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OCT 27 1933 

Lyra Apostolica 

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The following compositions have been reprinted 
from the " British Magazine," where they had the 
advantage of originally appearing, in the humble 
hope that they may be instrumental in recalling or 
recommending to the reader important Christian 
truths which are at this day in a way to be 
forgotten. The publication, having no other object 
but this, would, according to the original intention, 
have been strictly anonymous ; but one of the 
writers, in whom the work originated, having been 
taken from his friends by death, it seemed desirable 
so far to depart from it, as to record what belonged 
to him, while it was possible to do so ; and this 

vi ^Htierttcement* 

has lcd to a general discrimination of the Poems, 
by signatures at the end of each. 

The Feast of All Saints, 1836. 


Very little has to be added now to what was stated 
above when these short Poems were first collected 
into a volume. They were contemporaneous, on their 
first appearance in 1833, with the " Tracts for the 
Times," and the " Church of the Fathers," being 
contributions month by month, as were the papers 
called the " Church of the Fathers," to the " British 
Magazine." All three had one object, that of 
enforcing what the authors considercd to be Apos- 
tolical or Primitive Christianity, at a time when 
its principles, doctrines, discipline, usages, and 
spirit secmed, in the length and brcadth of tlie 
Anglican Communion, to be wellnigh forgotten. 
The u Lyra Apostolica," on the whole, took the 
ethical sidc of Christianity ; the Tracts, the theolo- 

3titierti£emenn vii 

gical and controversial ; while the " Church of the 
Fathers" was mainly historical. 

Neither the Lyra nor the Tracts were written 
with the profession of being finished compositions, 
but with the simple purpose of startling, of rousing, 
of suggesting thought, and of offering battle, in the 
cause of the Ancient Church. As to the Lyra, the 
motto in its titlepage shows the frame of mind in 
which it was begun at Rome : " We borrowed from 
M. Bunsen, a Homer," I have said elsewhere, "and 
Froude chose the words in which Achilles, on 
returning to the battle, says, ' You shall know the 
difference, now that I am back again.'" And I 
recollect saying to Froude or to some other inti- 
mate friend at the time, " We must not mind 
roughness or awkwardness of versification ; we are 
but bringing out ideas in metre." But as Dr. 
Pusey, on joining the Tract writers, changed the 
character of their work by the example he set 
them of his scholarlike mind, so when Mr. Keble 
and Mr. Williams gave their beautiful pieces to 
the Lyra, they invested it with a claim to be con- 
sidered a book of Poetry, which it never would 
have had without them. However, their valuable 
aid did not lead to the exclusion of the earlier and 

less artistic contributions, when the volume ap- 
peared in 1836. 

It is only necessary here to record the names of 
the authors of the separate poems. The signature 
a belongs to Mr. J. W. Bovvden of Trinity College, 
at that time a Commissioner of Stamps and Taxes ; 
/3 to the Rev. Richard Hurrell Froude, Fellow of 
Oriel ; 7 to the Rev. John Keble, Fellow of Oriel ; 
8 to the Rev. John Henry Newman, Fellow of 
Oriel ; e to the Rev. Robert Isaac Wilberforce, 
sometime Fellow of Oriel ; £ to the Rev. Isaac 
Williams, Fellow of Trinity. 

J. H. N. 

Lady Day, 1879. 


I. Family Affection 
II. Wanderings 
III. Distance 
IV. A Foreign Land 

V. Return 





VI. Shame 
VII. Bondage . 
VIII. Terror 
IX. Restlessness 


€Ije J9ast ann ttje pregent. 

X. The Pains of Memory 
XI. Dreams 
XII. Confession 
XIII. Awe 
XIV. The Cross of Christ 


XV. The Three Absolutions . 
XVI. Trembling Hope . 
XVII. Encouragement . 


XVIII. David and Jonathan 
XIX. Obscurity 
XX. Moses . 




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XXI. Destrvings 
XXII. David Numbering the People 
XXIII. Chastisement 


XXIV. Abraham 

XXV. Light in the Darkness 
XXVI. BenotAfraid 
XXVII. Tokens 
XXVIII. Jamesandjohn 
XXIX. Heavenly Leadings . 


XXX. Guardian Angels 
XXXI. Warnings . 
XXXII. Discipline . 

JLtfe JJmmortaT. 

XXXIII. The Eucharist 

XXXIV. The Resurrection . 

XXXV. Daniel 
XXXVI. Weakness of Nature . 
XXXVII. Strength of Grace . 
XXXVIII. Joseph 









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XXXIX. The Haven . 
XL. The Desert . 
XLI. Dcath 

Uanttp of "Fanitirsi. 

XLII. Sovereignty of Spirit 
XLIII. ofMattcr 
XLIV. Mclchizedek . 


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3nctent %cencg, 











Burial of the Dead 

^aintiS DcpattcU, 

LI. Removal 
LII. Rest 
LIII. Knowledge 
LIV. Prayer 

fttDTjen ^atntg. 

LV. The True Elect 
LVL Isaac . 
LVII. The CallofDavid 
LVIIL The Discovery 
LIX. St. Paul. 

Htftjjttno; of llampg. 

LX. Lights in the Temple . 
LXI. Lights at Vespers 
LXII. Lights in the Upper Chamber 
LXIII. Lights in the Church . 
LXIV. Light in the Closet 


LXV. The Gospel Sword 
LXVI. TheZealofJehu 
LXVII. The Double-minded . 
















LXVIII. Deeds not Words . 
LXIX. The Baptist 


LXX. Sleep . 
LXXl. The Elements 



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LXXII. LoveofQuiet 
LXXIII. Fastidiousness 
LXXIV. Opportunities 


LXXV. The Saint and the Hero 
LXXVI. The Watch by Night 
LXXVII. Jonah 
LXXVIII. Jeremiah . 

LXXIX. Old Self and New Self 
LXXX. St. Paul at Melita . 





LXXXI. Indulgence. 
LXXXII. Zealbefore Love . 
LXXXIII. The Wrath to Come 


(Ojrtsttan CIjtoaTrp. 

LXXXIV. The Vigil . 




The Course of Truth 



The Church a Rctuge 

. IIO 


The Watchman 

. III 


Vexationa .... 

. 113 


The Wintei Thrusfa 

. 114 



Commune Doctontm. 

XC. OraclesofTruth 
XCT. The Greek Fathers 
XCII. Clement 
XCIII. Origen 
XCIV. Athanasius 

XCV. Gregory . 
XCVI. Basil 

XCVII. The African Church 
XCVIII. Hooker . 


tSTfce Kttle of JFatrt 

XCIX. Always, Everywhere, and by All 


C. The One Way . 
CI. Idolatry and Dissent . 
CII. The Age to Come 
CIII. Scattered Sheep 

Relto;toti0 %tarej?. 

CIV. Patriarchal Faith 

CV. Heathenism 
CVI. Judaisni . 
CVII. Superstition 
CVIII. Schism . 
CIX. Liberalism 

CX. Apostasy 
CXI. Cunversion 

Q3otI)cr ano Clrilo. 

CXII. A Voice from North America . 

^Efie angel of tlje Cliiirrtj 
CXIII. Expostulation .... 








ILet u0 JDepart *t)cnce 

CXIV. Profanation . 

CXV. Athanasian Creed 
CXVI. Eurial Service 
CXVII. Length of the Prayers 
CXVIII. A Remnant . 


CXIX. Science . . 

CXX. Protestantism 
CXXI. Conservatism . 
CXXII. The Witness . 


CXXIII. ThePatriot . 

CXXI V. The Ruler of the Nations . 

CXXV. The Avenger . 
CXXVI. TheHeraldofWoe . 
CXXVII. The Comforter 










CXXVIII. Autumn 

CXXIX. Samuel 

CXXX. Sacred Seasons 

CXXXI. Sacred Placcs 

CXXXII. Uzzah and Obed-Edom 

CXXXIII. The Powers that be . 




CXXXIV. Suppression of Irish Sccs 
CXXXV. WithholdingofTithes 



CXXXVI. Sight against Faith . 




CXXXVII. Prosperity . 
CXXXVIII. Faith against Sight 


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CXL. England 
CXLI. United States 


^TJje age. 

CXLII. Religion of the Majority . 
CXLIII. National Property . 
CXLIV. National Degradation 

CXLV. Prospects of the Church . 

Cljamptong of rl;e tirtitT), 

CXLVI. The Watchman . 
CXLVII. TheCreed . 
CXLVIII. Spoliation . 
CXLIX. Church and King . 
CL. Oxford 

JFtre, part 1. 

CLI. Nadab and Abihu . 

CLII. P.urning at Taberah 

CLIII. Korah. Dathan and Abiram 

CLIV. Eiijah and the Messengers of Ahaziah 


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JFtrr, Part 2. 

CLV. The Samaritans sparcd 
CLVI. Julian 

( LVII, Ihc Fall ofBabylon 
CLVIII, Divine Wrath 





3Hje €rdjange. 

CLIX. Farewell to Feudalism 
CLX. Revival of the Priesthood 



Commtitte Ponttficttm 

CLXI. Calling 
CLXII. Tokens 

CLXIII. Seals . 

CLXIV. Gifts . 
CLXV. Arms . 



CLXVI. The Afflicted Church 
CLXVII. The Backward Church 
CLXVIII. The Gathering of the Church 
CLXIX. The Church in Prayer 

CLXX. The Church in Bondage . 
CLXXI. The Prospects of the Church 





The Cruel Cliurch . 

The Good Samaritan 


Moses sceing thc Land 

t&atttno; for €hri$t, 

CLXXVII. Isracl 
CLXXVIII. Separation . 
CLXXIX. The New Jerusalem 








WHERE'ER I roam in this fair English land, 
The vision of a temple meets my eyes : 
Modest without ; within, all glorious rise 
Its love-enclustered columns, and expand 
Their slender arms. Like olive plants they stana, 
Each answering each in home's soft sympathies, 
Sisters and brothers. At the Altar sighs 
Parental fondness, and with anxious hand 
Tenders its offering of young vows and prayers. 
The same and not the same, go where I will, 
The vision beams ! ten thousand shrines, all onc. 
Dear fertile soil ! what foreign culture bears 
Such fruit ? And I through distant climes may run 

My weary round, yet miss thy Likeness still. 




ERE yet I lcft home's youthful shrine, 
My heart and hope were stored 
Where first I caught the rays divine, 
And drank the Eternal Word. 

I went afar ; the world unrolled 

Her many-pictured page : 
I stored the marvels which she told, 

And trusted to her gage. 

Her pleasures quaffed, I sought awhile 

The sccnes I prized before : 
But parCnt's praise and sistcrs smilc 

Stirred my cold hcart no morc. 

So ever sear, so ever cloy, 

Earth's favours as thcy fade, 

Sincc Adam lost for one ficrce joy 

His Edcn's sacrcd shade. 






Y home is now a thousand mile away ; 

Yet in my thoughts its every image fair 

Rises as keen, as I still lingered there, 

And, turning me, could all I loved survey. 

And so upon Death's unaverted day, 

As I speed upward, I shall on me bear, 

And in no breathless whirl, the things that were, 

And duties given, and ends I did obey. 

And, when at length I reach the Throne of Power, 

Ah ! still unscared, I shall in fulness see 

The vision of my past innumerous deeds, 

My deep heart-courses, and their motive-seeds, 

So to gaze on till the red dooming hour. 

Lord ! in that strait, the Judge ! remember me ! 




HOW can I kccp my Christmas feast 
In its due festive show, 
Reft of the sight of the High Priest 
From whom its glories ilow ? 

I hear the tuneful bells around, 

The blessed towers I see ; 
A stranger on a foreign ground, 

They peal a fast for me. 

O Britons ! now so brave and high, 

How will ye weep the day 
When Christ in judgment passes by, 

And calls the Bride away ! 

Your Christmas then will losc its mirth, 
Your Easter losc its bloom : — 

Abroad, a sccne of strife and dcarth ; 
Within, a cheerless homc ! 



BANISHED the House of sacred rest, 
Amid a thoughtless throng, 
At length I heard its creed confessed, 
And knelt the saints among. 

Artless his strain and unadorned, 

Who spoke Christ's message there ; 

But what at home I might have scorned, 
Now charmed my famished ear. 

LORD, grant me this abiding grace, 

Thy Word and Sons to know, 

To pierce the veil on Moses' face, 

Although his speech be slow ! 






IBEAR upon my brow the sign 
Of sorrow and of pain : 
Alas ! no hopeful cross is mine, 
It is the mark of Cain. 

The course of passion, and the fret 

Of godless hope and fear — 
Toil, care, and guilt — their hues have set, 

And fixed that sternncss there. 

Saviour ! wash out thc imprinted shame ; 

That I no more may pine, 
Sin's martyr, though not meet to claim 

Thy cross, a Saint of Thine. 





OH, piophet, tell me not of peace, 
Or Christ's all-loving deeds ; 
Death only can from sin release, 
And death to judgment leads. 

Thou from thy birth hath set thy face 

Towards thy Redeemer Lord, 
To tend and deck His holy place, 

And note His secret word. 

I ne'er shall reach Heaven's glorious path ; 

Yet haply tears may stay 
The purpose of His instant wrath, 

And slake the fiery day. 

Then plead for me, thou blessed saint, 

While I in haste begin, 
All man e^er guessed of work or plaint 

To wash away my sin. 




OFATHER, list a sinner's call ! 
Fain would I hide from man my fall, 
But I must speak, or faint : 
I cannot wear guilt's silent thrall — 
Cleanse me, kind Saint ! 

" Sinner ne'er blunted yet sin's goad ; 
Speed thee, my son, a safer road, 

And sue His pardoning smile 
Who walked woe's depths, bearing man/s load 

Of guilt the while." 

Yet raise a mitigating hand, 
And minister some potion bland, 

Some prcsent fever-stay ! 
Lest one for whom His work was planned 

Die of dismay. 

" Peacc cannot be, hopc must bc thinc ; 
I can but lift the Mercy-sign. 


This wouldst thou ? It shall be ! 

Kneel down, and take the word divine, 

Absolvo te." 




OXCE, as I brooded o'er my guilty state, 
A fever seized me, duties to devise 
To buy me interest in my Saviour's eyes. 
Not that His love I would extenuate ; — 
But scourge and penance, masterful self-hate 
Or gift of cost, served by an artifice 
To quell my restless thoughts and envious sighs 
And doubts, which fain heaven's peace would ante- 

Thus, as I tossed, He said : — u Even holiest deeds 
Shroud not the soul from God, nor soothe its needs ; 
Deny thee thine own fears, and wait the end." 
Stern lesson ! Let me con it day by day, 
And learn to kneel before the Omniscient Ray, 

Nor shrink, while Truth's avenging shafts descend. 


io Z\)t IPast anti $C IPrcsent* 

^Tije pagft anti tlje }9re0ent 


WHAT time my heart unfoldcd its fresh leaves 
In spring-time gay, and scattered flowers 
A whisper warned of earth's unhealthy ground, 
And all that therefaith's light and purenessgrieves — 
Sun's ray and canker-worm, 
And sudden-whelming storm : 
But, ah ! my self-will smiled, nor recked the gracious 

So now derilement dims life's memory-springs ; 
I cannot hear an early-cherished strain, 
But first a joy, and thcn it brings a pain — 
Fear, and self-hate, and vain remorseful stings : 
Tears lull my gricf to rest, 
Not without hope this breast 
May one day lose its load, and youth yet bloom 

Z\)t IPaat atxu tyi IPresertt* 1 1 


OH ! miserable power 
To dreams allowed, to raise the guilty past, 
And back awhile the illumined spirit to cast 

On its youth's twilight hour : — 
In mockery guiling it to act again 
The revel or the scoff in Satan's frantic train ! 

Nay, hush thee, angry heart ! 
An AngeFs grief ill fits a penitent ; 
Welcome the thorn — it is divinely sent, 

And with its wholesome smart 

Shall pierce thee in thy virtue ? s palmy homc, 

And warn thee what thou art, and whence thy wealth 

has come. 




MY smile is bright, my glance is free, 
My voice is calm and clear ; 
Dear friend, I seem a type to thee 
Of holv love and fear. 

But I am scanned by eyes unseen, 
And these no saint surround ; 

They mete what is by what has been, 
And joy the lost is found. 

Erst my good Angel shrank to sce 
My thoughts and ways of ill ; 

And now he scarce darc gaze on me, 
Scar-seamed and crippled still. 

Z\)t llf)a0t anti tl;e IPireent* 13 



IBOW at Jesus' Name, for ? tis the Sign 
Of awful mercy towards a guilty line. — 
Of shameful ancestry, in birth defiled, 
And upwards from a child 
Full of unlovely thoughts and rebel aims, 
And scorn of judgment flames, 
How can I lightly view my Means of life? — 
The Just assailing sin,and death-stained in the strife ! 

And so albeit His woe is our release, 

Thought of that woe aye dims our earthly peace ; 

The Life is hidden in a Fount of Blood ! — 

And this is tidings good, 
For souls, who, pierced that they have caused that 

Are faki to share it too ; 
But for the many clinging to thcir lot 
Of worldly easc and sloih, : tis written, " Touch Me 

i4 Zl)t IPaat anti tl;e IPrcscnt* 



Ad omnem progrcssum atque />romotnm, ad omnem aditum 
et exitum, ad vestitum ad calciatum, ad lavacra, ad mensas, ad 
hunina, adcubilia, ad sedilia, quacunque nos convessatio exercet, 
frontem Crucis signaculo terimus. — Tf.rtull. de Corona, § 3. 

WHENE'ER across this sinful flesh of mine 
I draw the Holy sign, 
All good thoughts stir within me, and collect 

Their slumbering strength divine : 
Till there springs up a courage high and true, 
To suffer and to do. 

And who shall say, but hateful spirits around, 

For their brief hour unbound, 
Shudder to see, and wail thcir overthrow ? 

While on far heathcn ground 
Some lonely Saint hails the frcsh odour, though 

Its sourcc hc cannot know. 

jforQtocne00* 15 




And there shall in noivise enter into it anythhig that defleth, 
7teither ivhatscever ivorketh abomination, or viaketh a lie ; but 
they ivhich are ivritten in the La;nb's Book of Life. 

EACH morn and eve the Golden Keys 
Are lifted in the sacred hand, 
To show the sinner on his knees 
Where Heaven's bright doors wide open stand. 

On the dread Altar duly laid 

The Golden Keys their witness bear, 

That not in vain the Church hath prayed, 
That He, the Life of Souls, is there. 

1 1. In thc Daily Service. 2. In the Communion. 3. In the 
Visitation of the Sick. 

i6 J?orait)ene00< 

Full of the past, all shuddering thought, 
Man waits his hour with upward eye — ■ 

The Golden Keys in love are brought 
That he may hold by them and die. 

But touch them trembling, — for that gold 
Proves iron in the unworthy hand; 

To close, not ope, the favoured fold — 
To bind, not loose, the lost soul's band. 



And the Spirit and the Bride say, Comc. And let him that 
heareth say, Come. A?id let him that is athirst come. And 
ivJwsoever ivill, let him take the water of lifefreely. 

OLORD, I hear, but can it be 
The gracious word was meant for me ? 

Lord, I thirst, but who shall tell 
The secret of that living well, 

By whose waters I may rest 
And slake this lip unblest ? 

1 ViJ. Dcath-bcd Sccnes. '"Thc Barton Famiiy," § ;. 

jforciticncstf* 17 

Lord, I will, but cannot do, 

My heart is hard, my faith untruc ; 
The Spirit and the Bride say, Come, 
The eternal ever-blessed Home 

Oped its portals at my birth, 

But I am chained to earth ; 

The Golden Keys each eve and morn, 

1 see them with a heart forlorn, 
Lest they should Iron prove to me — 
O set my heart at liberty. 

May I seize what Thou dost give, 
Seize tremblingly and live. 




II e Which testi/ieth these things saith, Sureiy I com* qukkly 

FEAR NOT : for He hath sworn : 
Faithful and true His Name : 
The glorious hours are onward borne ; 
'Tis lit, th' immortal flame ; 

i8 j?orGitJCna50* 

It glows around thee : knecl, and strive, and win 
Daily one living ray — 'twill brighter glow withitu 

Yet Fear : the time is brief ; 

The Holy One is near ; 
And like a spent and withered leaf, 
In autumn-twilight drear, 
Fastcr each hour, on Time's unslackening gale 
Thc drcaming world drivcs on, to where all visions 

Surcly the time is short : 

Endless the task and art 
To brighten for the ethercal court 
A soilcd earth-drudging heart. — 
But He, the drcad proclaimer of that hour, 
Is pledged to thee in Lovc, as to thy focs in Powcr. 

His shoulders bcar the Kcy : 
He opens — who can closc ? 
Closcs — and who darc opcn ? — IIc 
Thv souTs misgiving knows. 
It" IIc comc quick, thc mightier surc will prove 
II is Spirit in cach hcart that timcly strivcs to love. 

JForGitJencx50* 19 

Then haste Thee, Lord ! Come down, 

Take Thy great Power and reign ! 
But frame Thee first a perfect Crown 
Of spirits freed from stain ; 
Souls mortal once, now matched for evermore 
With the immortal gems that formed Thy wreath 

Who in Thy portal wait, 

Free of that glorious throng, 
Wondering, review their trial-state, 
The life that erst seemed long ; 
Wondering at His deep love, who purged so base 
And earthly mould so soon for th' undefiled place. 



2o SflUctioru 




Thy love to me was wonderful, />assiug the love ofwomen. 

OHEART of fire ! misjudged by wilful man, 
Thou flower of Jesse's race ! 
What woe was thine, when thou and Jonathan 

Last greeted face to face ! 
He doomed to die, — thou on us to imprcss 
The portent of a blood-stained holiness. 

Yet it was well : — for so, 'mid carcs of rule 

And crime's encircling tide, 
A spell was o'er thee, zealous one, to cool 

Earth-joy and kingly pride ; 

With battle scene and pageant prompt to blend, 
The pale calm spectrc of a blameless frieiul. 

gSftictiom 21 

Ah ! had he lived, before thy throne to stand, 

Thy spirit keen and high, 
Sure it had snapped in twain love's slender band, 

So dear in memory ; 
Paul, of his comrade left/ the warning gives, 
He lives with us who dies, he is but lost who lives. 




Blessed be ye poor. 

IHAVE been honoured and obeyed, 
I have met scorn and slight ; 
And my heart loves earth's sober shade 
More than her laughing light. 

For what is rule, but a sad weight 

Of duty and a snare ? 
What meanness, but with happier fatc 

The SAVlOUR's Cross to share ? 

1 Acts xv. 30. 

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This my hid choice, though not from heaven, 

Moves on the heavenward line ; 

Clcanse it, goocl Lord, from sinful leaven, 

And make it simply Thine. 





OSES, the patriot fierce, became 
The meekest man on carth, 
To show us how love's quickening flame 
Can <rive our souls new birth. 

Moses, the man of meekest heart, 

Lost Canaan by self-will, 
To show, where grace has done its part, 

How sin defiles us stilL 

Thou who hast taught me in Thy fear, 

Yet seest me frail at best, 
O grant me loss with Moses here, 

To gain his futurc rest ! 

9ffiictiQiu 23 



And we indeed justly : for we receive the due reward of our 

MORTAL ! if e'er thy spirits faint, 
By grief or pain opprest, 
Seek not vain bope, or sour complaint, 
To cheer or ease thy breast ; 

But view thy bitterest pangs as sent 

A shadow of that doom, 
Which is thy soul's just punishment 

In its own guilt's true home. 

Be thine own judge : hate thy proud heart ; 

And while the sad drops flow, 
E'en let thy will attend the smart, 

And sanctify thy woe. 

24 3£Bictiom 



I am in a great strait — let me fall ncnv into tlic liand of the 

IF e'er I fall beneath Thy rod, 
As through life's snares I go, 
Save me from David's lot, O God ! 
And choose Thyself the woe. 

How should I face Thy plagues ? — which scare, 

And haunt, and stun, until 
The heart or sinks in mute despair, 

Or names a random ill. 

If else . . . then guide in David's path, 

Who chose the holier pain ; 

Satan and man are tools of wrath, 

An AngeFs scourge is gain. 


atfiiction* 25 



Thoii i?ifaithful?iess hast afjlictcd i?te. 

LORD, in this dust Thy sovereign voice 
First quickened love divine ; 
I am all Thine, — Thy care and choice, 
My very praise is Thine. 

I praise Thee, while Thy providence 

In childhood frail I trace, 
For blessings given ere dawning sense 

Could seek or scan Thy grace ; 

Blessings in boyhood's marvelling hour, 
Bright dreams, and fancyings strange ; 

Blessings, when reason's awful power 
Gave thought a bolder range ; 

Blessings of friends, which to my door 
Unasked, unhoped, have come ; 

And, choicer still, a countless store 
Of eager smiles at home. 

26 gfttiction» 

Yet, Lord, in meinory's fondest place 

I shrine those seasons sad, 
When, looking up, I saw Thy face 

In kind austereness clad. 

I would not miss one sigh or tear, 
Heart-pang, or throbbing brow ; 

Sweet was the chastisement severe, 
And sweet its memory now. 

Yes ! let the fragrant scars abide, 

Love-tokens in Thy stead, 
Faint shadows of the spear-pierced side, 

And thorn-encompasscd head. 

And such Thy tender force be still, 
When self would swerve or stray ; 

Shaping to Truth thc froward will, 
Along Thy narrow wav. 

Dcny mc wealth ; far, far remove 

The lure of power or namc ; 
Hope thrivcs in Straits, in wcakness Lovc, 
And Faith in this worlcTs shame. 





THE better portion didst thou choose, Great 
Thy God's first choice, and pledge of Gentile- 

grace ! 

Faith's truest type, he with unrurHed face 
Bore the \vorld's smile, and bade her slaves depart ; 
Whether, a trader, with no trader's art, 

He buys in Canaan his first resting-place, — 
Or freely yields rich Siddim's ample space, — 
Or braves the rescue and the battle's smart, 
Yet scorns the heathen gifts of those he savcd. 
O happy in their souls' high solitude, 
Who commune thus with God and not with earth ! 
Amid the scoffings of the wealth-enslaved, 
A ready prey, as though in abscnt mood 
They calmly move, nor hear the unmannered minh. 



Unto the godly thcre ariseth u/> light in the darkness. 

LEAD, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, 
Lead Thou me on ! 
The night is dark, and I am far from home — 

Lead Thou me on ! 
Keep Thou my feet ; I do not ask to see 
The distant scene,— one step enough for me. 

I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou 

Shouldst lead me on. 
I loved to choose and sec my path ; but now, 

Lead Thou mc on ! 
I lovcd the garish day, and, spitc of fcars, 
Pride ruled my will ; remember not past ycars. 

So long Thy powcr hath blest me, sure it still 
Will lcad mc on, 

0'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till 

The nigbt is gone; 

And with the morn those Angel faces smile 

Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. 



It is I : be not afraid. l 

WHEN I sink down in gloom or fear, 
Hope blighted or delayed, 
Thy whisper, Lord, my heart shall cheer, 
"Tis I: be not afraid \ n 

Or, startled at some sudden blow, 

If fretful thoughts I feel, 
" Fear not, it is but I ! n shall flow, 

As balm my wound to heal. 

1 Vid. Bishop Wilson's Sacra Privata for Friday. Thc above 
lines wcre written before the appearance of Mr. Lyte's elegant 
Poem on the samc tcxt. 

Nor will I quit Thy way, though focs 

Some onward pass defend ; 
From each rough voice the watchword goes, 

" Be not afraid ! . . . a friend ! n 

And O ! when judgment's trumpet clear 

Awakes me from the grave, 

Still in its echo may I hear, 

" 'Tis Christ ! He comes to save." 



The Lord siood with me and strcngthcncd me. 

OSAY not thou art left of God, 
Because His tokens in the sky 
Thou canst not read ; this earth He trod 
To teach thce II e was evcr nigh. 

He sees, beneath the fig-tree green, 
Nathanael con His sacrcd lorc ; 

Shouldst thou thc closct scek, unseen 
Hc enters through thc unopcned door 

And, when thou liest, by slumber bound, 
Outwearied in the Christian fight, 

In glory, girt with Saints around, 

He stands above thee through the night. 

When friends to Emmaus bend their course, 
He joins, although He holds their eyes ; 

Or, shouldst thou feel some fever's force, 
He takes thy hand, He bids thee rise. 

Or, on a voyage, when calms prevail, 

And prison thee upon the sea, 
He walks the wave, He wings the sail, 

The shore is gained, and thou art free. 



TWO brothers freely cast their lot 
With David?s royal Son ; 

The cost of conquest counting not, 
They deem the battle won. 

Brothers in heart, they hope to gain 

An undivided joy, 
That man may one vvith man remain, 

As boy was one with boy. 

Christ heard ; and willed that James should fall 

First prey of Satan's rage ; 
John linger out his fellows all, 

And die in bloodless age. 

Now they join hands once more above, 

Before the Conqueror's throne : 
Thus God grants prayer ; but in Ilis love 

Makes times and ways His own. 



Whither I go, thoit canst not folloiu Me now, b?it thou shalt 
folloiv Me afterwards. 

DID we but see, 
When life first opened, how our journey lay 
Between its earliest and its closing day; 

Or view ourselves, as we one time shall be 
Who strive for the high prize, such sight would break 
The youthful spirit, though bold for Jesus' sake. 

But Thou, dear Lord ! 
Whilst I traced out brightscenes whichwere to come, 
Isaac's pure blessings, and a verdant home, 

Didst spare me, and withhold Thy fearful word ; 
Wiling me year by year, till I am found 
A pilgrim pale, with Paul's sad girdle bound. 


34 IProbitJence^ 




ARE tbese the tracks of some unearthly Friend, 
His foot-prints, and his vesture-skirts of light, 
Who, as I talk with men, conforms aright 
Their sympathetic words, or deeds that blend 
With my hid thought ; — or stoops him to attend 
My doubtful-pleading grief ; — or blunts the might 
Of ill I see not ; — or in dreams of night 
Figures the scope in which what is will end ? 
Were I Christ's own, then fitly might I call 
That vision real ; for to the thoughtful mind 
That walks with Him, He half unveils His face : 
But when on common men such shadows fall, 
These dare not make their own thc gifts thcy lind, 
Yct, not all hopeless, eye His boundless grace. 

IProtjiiJenccc» 35 


(For Music.) 

WHEN Keaven sends sorrow, 
Warnings go first, 
Lest it should burst 
With stunning might 
On souls too bright 

To fear the morrow. 

Can science bear us 

To the hid springs 
Of human things ? 
Why may not dream, 
Or thought's day gleam, 
Startle, yet cheer us ? 

Are such thoughts fetters, 

While Faith disowns 

Dread of earth's tones, 

Recks but Heaven's call, 

And on the wall 

Reads but Heaven's letters ? 






HEN I look back upon my former race, 
Seasons I see, at which the Inward Ray 
More brightly burned, or guided some new way ; 
Truth, in its wealthier scene and nobler space, 
Given for my eye to range, and feet to trace. 
And next I mark, 'twas trial did convey, 
Or grief, or pain, or strange eventful day, 
To my tormented soul such larger grace. 
So now whene'er, in journeying on, I feel 
The shadow of the Providential Hand, 
Deep breathless stirrings shoot across my breast, 
Scarching to know what He will now reveal, 
What sin uncloak, what stricter rule command, 
And girding me to work His full behest. 



Htfe 3[mmortaL 37 

JLitt 3mmortaL 



WHENE'ER I seek the Holy Altar's rail, 
And kneel to take the grace there offered me, 
It is no time to task my reason frail, 
To try Christ's words, and search hovv they may 
be ; 
Enough, I eat His Flesh and drink His Blood, 
More is not told — to ask it is not good. 

I will not say, with these, that bread and wine 
Have vanished at the ccmsecration prayer ; 

Far less, with those, deny that aught divine 
And of immortal seed is hidden there. 

Hence, disputants ! The din, which ye admire, 

Keeps but ill measure with the Church's choir. 


38 Hife Jnimortal* 



He is not the God of tJie drad, bnt of tJie livitig ; for all live 
unto Him. 

"^ipHE Fathers are in dust, yet live to God :" 
J. So says tbe Truth ; as if the motionless clay 

Still held the seeds of life beneath the sod, 

Smoulderingand struggling till thejudgment-day. 

And hence we learn with reverence to esteem 
Of these frail houses, though the grave confines ; 

Sophist may urge his cunning tests, and deem 

That they are earth ; — but they are heavcnly 



$oline0#* 39 


tictv tJVov%ot, o"nivl? tlvov^o"xv ixvTOvg dta, t>,v (BxtrtXttxv ruv ovpavuv 

SON of sorrow, doomed by fate 
To a lot most desolate, 
To joyless youth and childless age, 
Last of thy father's lineage, — 
Blighted being ! whence hast thou 
That lofty mien and cloudless brow ? 

Ask'st thou whence that cloudless brow ? 

Bitter is the cup, I trow ; 

A cup of weary well-spent years, 

A cup of sorrows, fasts, and tears, 

That cup whose virtue can impart 

Such calmness to the troubled heart. 

40 ij)olinc00* 

Last of his ather's lineage, he, 
Many a night on bended knee, 
In hunger many a livelong day, 
Hath striven to cast his slough away : 
Yea, and that long prayer is granted, 
Yea, his soul is disenchanted. 

blest above the sons of men ! 

For thou with more than prophet's ken, 
Deep in the secrets of the tomb, 
Hast read thine own, thine endless doom. 
Thou by the hand of the Most High 
Art sealed for immortality. 

So may I read thy story right, 
And in my flesh so tame my spright, 
That when the mighty ones go forth, 
And from the east and from the north 
Unwilling ghosts shall gathered be, — 

1 in my lot 1 may stand with thce. 


1 Dan. xii. 13. 

ftoline00» 41 


Be strong, and II e shall comfort tliine heart. 

" 1 ORD, I have fasted, I have prayed, 
1_/ And sackcloth has my girdle been, 

To purge my soul I have essayed 
With hunger blank and vigil keen ; 

O God of mercy ! vvhy am I 

Still haunted by the self I fly ?" 

Sackcloth is a girdle good, 

O bind it round thee still : 
Fasting, it is AngeFs food, 

And JESUS loved the night-air chill ; 
Yet think not prayer and fast were given 
To make one step 'tvvixt earth and Heaven. 

42 H)oline;e0* 


The effectualfervc7itf>rayerofa righteous man availeth much. 

THERE is not on the earth a soul so base 
But may obtain a place 
In covenanted grace ; 
So that his feeble prayer of faith obtains 

Some loosening of his chains, 
And earnests of the great release, which rise 
From gift to gift,and reach at length theeternal prize. 

All may save self ; — but minds that heavenward 
Aim at a wider power, 
Gifts on the world to shower. — 

And this is not at once ; — by fastings gained, 
And trials well sustained, 

By pureness, righteous deeds, and toils of love, 

Abidance in the Truth, and zeal for God above. 

$o!ine00« 43 



OPUREST semblance of the Eternal Son ! 
Who dwelt in thee as in some blessed shrine, 
To draw hearts after thee and make them thine ; 
Not parent only by that light was won, 
And brethren crouched who had in wrath begun, — 
E'en heathen pomp abased her at the sign 
Of a hid God, and drank the sound divine, 
Till a king heard, and all thou bad J st was done. 
Then was fulfilled Nature's dim augury, 
That " Wisdom, clad in visible form, would be 
So fair, that all must love and bow the knee ; * ■ 
Lest it might seem, what time the Substance came, 
Truth lacked a sceptre, when It but laid by 
Its beaming front, and bore a willing shame. 


1 H <tpovr,ffis tvx opxTcti ' BttMvf yxp a» rxpi~x f -* tpurx;, u racZTcv 
ixvTvjc; Ivxpyls i'tlctiXov crxpeixtro tlg tyu lov. 

Plat. Phad. 

44 ftotttuHe* 




WHENCE is this awe, by stillness spread, 
0'er the world-fretted soul ? 
Wave reared on wave its godless head, 
While my keen bark, by breezes sped, 
Dashed fiercely through the ocean bed, 
And chafed towards its goal. 

But now there reigns so deep a rest, 

That I could almost weep. 
Sinner ! thou hast in this rare guest, 
Of Adam's peace a figure blest ; 
Tis Eden neared, but not possessed, 

Which chcrub-flames still keep. 

&oIitutie* 45 



TWO sinners have been grace-endued, 
Unwearied to sustain 
For forty days a solitude 

On mount and desert plain. 

But feverish thoughts the breast have swayed 
And gloom or pride is shown, 

If e'er we seek the garden's shade, 
Or walk the world, alone. 

For Adam e'en, before his sin, 

His God a help-meet found; 
Blest with an AngePs heart within, 

Paul wrought with friends around. 

Lone saints of old, of purpose high ! 
On Syria's sands ye claim, 

46 SoIitutJC* 

Mid heathen rage, our sympathy, 
In peace ye force our blame. 




WHENE'ER goes forth Thy dread command, 
And my last hour is nigh, 
Lord, grant me in a Christian land, 
As I was born, to die. 

I pray not, Lord, that friends may be 

Or kindred standing by ; 
Choice blessing ! which I leave to Thee, 

To give mc, or dcny. 

But let my failing limbs beneath 

My Mothcr's smile recline ; 
My name in sickness and in dcath 

Heard in hcr sacrcd shrine. 

&clitutie* 47 

And may the Cross beside my bed 
In its meet emblems rest ; 

And may the absolving vvords be said, 
To ease a laden breast. 

Thou, Lord ! where'er we lie, canst aid ; 

But He, who taught His own 
To live as one, will not upbraid 

The dread to die alone. 

48 Oanitp of Qamtifs* 

(Manftg of flllanftfe& 


Man walketh i?i a vain shadoiu, and disquicteth himselfin vain. 

THEY do but grope in learning's pedant round, 
Who on the fantasies of sense bestow 
An idol substance, bidding us bow low 
Before those shades of being which are found 
Stirring or still on man's brief trial ground ; 
As if such shapes and moods, which come and go, 
Had aught of Truth or Life in their poor show, 
To sway or judge, and skill to sain or wound. 
Son of immortal sccd, high dcstined Man ! 
Know thy dread gift, — a creaturc, yct a cause ; 
Each mind is its own ccntre, and it draws 
Home to itsclf, and moulds in its thought's span 
All outward things, thc vassals of its will, 

Aidcd by Hcavcn, by carth unthwarted still. 


(Uanitp of (Hanitietf. 49 



Fclix, qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas, 
Atgiie metus omnes, et inexorabile fatum 
Subjecit pedibus, strepitumque Acherontis avaril 

N childhood, vvhen with eager eyes 
The season-measured year I viewed, 
All, garbed in fairy guise, 
Pledged constancy of good. 

Spring sang of heaven; the summer-flovvers 
Let me gaze on, and did not fade ; 
Even suns o'er autumn^s bowers 
Heard my strong wish, and stayed. 

They came and went — the short-lived four, 
Yet as their varying dance they wove, 
To my young heart each bore 
Its own sure claim of love. 


50 cHanitp of Oanitics. 

Far diffcrent now ; the whirling year 
Vainly my dizzy eyes pursue ; 
And its fair tints appear 
All blent in one dusk hue. 

Why dwell on rich autumnal lights, 
Spring-time, or winter's social ring ? 
Long days are fire-side nights, 
Brown autumn is fresh spring. 

Then what this world to thee, my heart ? 
Its gifts nor feed thee nor can bless ; 
Thou hast no owner's part 
In all its fleetingness. 

The flame, thc storm, the quaking ground, 
Earth's joy, earth's terror, nought is thinc 
Thou must but hear the sound 
Of the still voice divine. 

O priceless art ! O princely state ! 

E'en while by sense of change opprest, 

Within to antedate 

Heaven's Age of fearless rest. 


dianitp of (Hanitictf* 51 


Without father, zviihout mother, without descent, having ncither 
beginning ofdays, nor end of life. 

THRICE blest are they who feel their loneliness ; 
Towhom nor voiceoffriend norpleasant scene 
Brings that on which the saddened heart can lean ; 
Yea, the rich earth, garbed in its daintiest dress 
Of light and joy, doth but the more oppress, 
Claiming responsive smiles and rapture high : 
Till sick at heart, beyond the vail they fly, 
Seeking His presence, Who alone can bless. 
Such, in strange days, the weapons of Heavcn's 

grace ; 
When passing o'er the high-born Hebrew line, 
He forms the vessel of His vast design ; 
Fatherless, homeless, reft of age and place, 
Severed from earth, and careless of its wreck, 
Born through long woe His rare Melchizedek. 


52 Snctcnt «Scenes» 

Stiititnt feccnetf* 


CEASE, Stranger, cease those piercing notes, 
The craft of Siren choirs ; 
Hush the seductive voice, that floats 
Upon the languid wires. 

Music's ethereal fire was given, 

Not to dissolve our clay, 
But draw Promethean beams from Heaven, 

And purge the dross away. 

Weak self ! with thee the mischief lies, 

Those throbs a tale disclose ; 
Nor age nor trial have made wise 

The Man of many woes. 



WHY, wedded to the Lord, still yearns my heart 
Upon these scenes of ancient heathen fame ? 
Yet legend hoar, and voice of bard that came 
Fixing my restless youth with its sweet art, 
And shades of power, and those who bore their part 
In the mad deeds that set the world in flame, 
So fret my memory here ; — ah ! is it blame — 
That from my eyes the tear is fain to start ? 
Nay, from no fount impure these drops arise ; 
'Tis but the sympathy with Adam's race, 
Which in each brother's history reads its own. 
So let the cliffs and seas of this fair place 
Be named man's tomb and splendid record stone, 
High hope pride-stained, the course without the 


54 Sncicnt &cene0* 



And Jacob weni on his way, and tJte An^els o/ God inct hi,n. 

SAY, hast thou tracked a traveller's round 
Nor visions met thee thcre, 
Thou couldst but marvel to have found 
This blightcd world so fair ? 

And feel an awe within thee rise, 

That sinful man should see 
Glories far worthier Seraph's eyes 

Than to be sharcd by thee? 

Store them in hcart ! thou shalt not faint 

'Mid coming pains and fears, 
As the third hcaven once nerved a Saint 

For fourtecn trial years. 

gncient &cene0f 55 



ISAT bcneath an olive's branches grey, 
And gazed upon the site of a lost town, 

By sage and poet chosen for renown; 
Where dwelt a Race that on the sea held sway, 
And, restless as its waters, forced a way 

For civil strife a thousand states to drown. 
That multitudinous stream we now note down, 
As though one life, in birth and in decay. 
Yet, is their being's history spent and run, 
Whose spirits live in awful singleness, 
Each in his self-formed sphere of light or gloom ? 
Henceforth, while pondering the fierce deeds then 

Such reverence on me shall its seal impress, 
As though I corpses saw, and walked the tomb. 


56 93ereabement, 




W/wre/ore I abhor mysclf, and rcfient in dast and ashcs. 
— Job xlii. 6. 

AND dare I say, " Welcome to me 
The pang that proves thee near ? " 
O words, too oft on bended knee 
Breathed to th' Unerring Ear, 

While the cold spirit silently 
Pines at the scourge severe. 

Nay, try once more — thine eyelids close 

For prayer intense and meek : 
When the warm light gleams through and shows 

Him near Who helps the weak. 
Unmurmuring then thy heart^s rcpose 

In dust and ashes seck. 

23creatiement» 57 

But when the self-abhorring thrill 
Is past, as pass it must, 

When tasks of life thy spirit fill, 
Risen from thy tears and dust, 

Then be the self-renouncing will 
The seal of thy calm trust. 





THOUGHT to meet no more, so dreary seemed 
Death's interposing veil, and thou so pure, 
Thy place in Paradise 
Beyond where I could soar ; 

Friend of this worthless heart ! but happier thoughts 
Spring like unbidden violets from the sod, 

Where patiently thou tak'st 

Thy sweet and sure repose. 

5S 93 rrcatjcmertt* 

The shadows fall niore soothing ; the soft air 
Is full of cheering whispers like thine own ; 
While Memory, by thy grave, 

Lives o'er thy funcral day : 

The deep knell dying down, the mourners pause, 
Waiting their Saviour's welcome at the gate. — 

Sure with the words of Heaven 

Thy spirit met us there, 

And sought with us along th' accustomed way 
The hallowed porch, and entering in beheld 
The pageant of sad joy, 
So dear to Faith and Hope. 

O ! hadst thou brought a strain from Paradise 
To cheer us, happy soul, thou hadst not touched 

The sacred springs of grief 

More tendcrly and true, 

Than those deep-warbled anthems, high and low, 
Low as the grave, high as th' Eternal Throne, 

Guiding through light and gloom 

Our mourning fancies wild, 

3jereafccmeru. 59 

Till gently, like soft golden clouds at eve 
Around the western twilight, all subside 
Into a placid Faith, 
That even with beaming eye 

Counts thy sad honours, coffin, bier, and pall; 
So many relics of a frail love lost, 

So many tokens dear 

Of endless love begun. 

Listen ! it is no dream : th' Apostles' trump 
Gives earnest of th' ArchangeFs ; calmly now, 

Our hearts yet beating high 

To that victorious lay, 

Most like a warrior's to the martial dirge 
Of a true comrade, in the grave we trust 

Our treasure for a while : 

And if a tear steal down, 

If human anguish o'er the shaded brow 

Pass shuddering, when the handful of pure earth 

Touches the coffin lid ; 

lf at our brothcr's name 

6o 33crcarjemcnt* 

Once and again the thought, "for ever gone," 
Come o'er us like a cloud ; yet, gentle spright, 
Thou turnest not away, 
Thou knowest us calm at heart. 

One look, and we have seen our last of thee, 
Till we too sleep and our long sleep be o'er : 
O cleanse us, ere we view 
That countenance pure again, 

Thou, Who canst change the heart, and raise the 

dead ! 
As THOU art by to soothe our parting hour, 
Be ready when we meet, 
With Thy dear pardoning words. 


€>aintj3 Departet). 61 

S>atnt0 2DeparteD. 



DEAR sainted Friends, I call not you 
To share the joy serene, 
Which flows upon me from the view 
Of crag and steep ravine. 

Ye, on that loftier mountain old, 

Safe lodged in Eden's cell, 
Whence run the rivers four, behold 

This earth, as ere it fell. 

Or, when ye think of those who stay, 
Still tried by the world's fight, 

'Tis but in looking for the day 
Which shall the lost unite. 

62 £>3inrj0 DcparteTu 

Ye rather, elder Spirits strong ! 

Who from the first have trod 
This nether scene, man's race among, 

The vvhile ye live to God. 

Ye hear, and ye can sympathize — 
Vain thought ! those eyes of fire 

Pierce through God's works, and duly prize : 
Ye smile when we admire. 

Ah, Saviour Lord ! with Thee my heart 

Angel nor Saint shall share : 

To Thee 'tis known, for man Thou art, 

To soothe each tumult there. 



THEY are at rcst : 
We may not stir the heaven of their repose 
By rude invoking voice, or prayer addrest 

In waywardness to those, 
Who in the mountain grots of Eden lie, 
And hcar the fourfold river as it murmurs by. 

&aint0 Departetu 63 

They hear it sweep 
In distance down the dark and savage vale ; 
But they at rocky bed, or current deep, 

Shall never more grow pale ; 
They hear, and meekly muse, as fain to know 
How long untired, unspent, that giant stream shall 

And soothing sounds 
Blend with the neighbouring waters as they glide ; 
Posted along the haunted garden's bounds, 

Angelic forms abide, — 
Echoing, as words of watch, o'er lawn and grove 
The verses of that hymn which Seraphs chant above. 



WEEP notforme;— 
Be blithe as wont, nor tinge with gloom 
The stream of love that circles home, 

Light hearts andjree ! 
Joy in the gifts Heaven's bounty lends : 
Nor miss my face, dear friends ! 

64 ftainta Departeiu 

I still am near ; — 
Watching the smiles I prizcd on earth, 
Your converse mild, your blameless mirth ; 

Now too I hear, 
Of whispered sounds the tale complete, 
Low prayers, and musings sweet. 

A sea before 
The Throne is spread ; its pure still glass 
Pictures all earth-scenes as they pass. 

We, on its shore, 

Share in the bosom of our rest — 

God's knowledge, and are blest ! 



WHILE Moses on thc Mountain lay, 
Night after night, and day by day, 
Till forty suns werc gone, 
Unconscious, in the Presence bright, 
Of lustrons day and starry night, 
As though his soul had flittctl qtiite 
From earthj and Edcn won ; 

&ainta iDepatteTu 65 

The pageant of a kingdom vast, 
And things unutterable, past 

Before the Prophet's eye : 
Dread shadows of the Eternal Throne, 
The fount of Life, and Altar-stone, 
Pavement, and them that tread thereon, 

And those who worship nigh. 

But lest he should his own forget, 
Who in the vale were struggling yet, 

A sadder vision came, 
Announcing all that guilty deed 
Of idol rite, that in her need 
He for the Church might intercede, 

And stay Heaven's rising flame. 


66 ftiUticn &aint0* 

^iVbtn &afnt& 



HID arc the Saints of God ; — 
Uncertified by high angelic sign ; 
Nor raiment soft, nor empire's golden rod 

Marks them divine. 
Theirs but the unbought air, earth's parent sod, 

And the sun's smile benign ; — 
Christ rears His throne within the secret heart, 
From the haughty world apart. 

They gleam amid the night, 
Chill sluggish mists stifling the heavenly ray ; 
Fame chants the while, — old history trims his light, 

Aping the day ; 
In vain ! staid look, loud voice, and reason's might 

Forcing its learned way, 

tyitJtien Sainta. 67 

Blind characters ! these aid us not to trace 
Christ and His princely race. 

Yet not all-hid from those 
Who watch to see ; — 'neath their dull guise of earth, 
Bright bursting gleams unwittingly disclose 

Their heaven-wrought birth. 
Meekness, love, patience, faith's serene repose ; 

And the souPs tutored mirth, 
Bidding the slow heart dance, to prove her power 

0'er self in its proud hour. 

These are the chosen few, 
The remnant fruit of largely-scattered grace. 
God sows in waste, to reap whom He foreknew 

Of man's cold race, 
Counting on wills perverse, in His clear vievv 

Of boundless time and space, 
He waits, by scant return for treasures given, 

To fill the thrones of heaven. 

Lord ! who can trace but Thou 
The strife obscure, 'twixt sin's soul-thralling spell, 
And Thy sharp Spirit, now quenched, reviving now ? 
Or who can tell, 

6S fyiUTicn &aint0* 

Why pardon's seal stands sure on David's brow, 

Why Saul and Demas fell ? 
Oh ! lest our frail hearts in the annealing break, 

Help, for Thy mercy's sake ! 




ANY the guileless years the Patriarch spent, 
Blessed in the wife a father's foresight chose ; 

Many the prayers and gracious deeds which rose, 
Daily thank-offerings from his pilgrim tent. 
Yet these, though written in the heavens, are rent 

From out truth's lower roll, which sternly shows 

But one sad trespass at his history's close, 
Father's, son's, mother's, and its punishment. 
Not in their brightness, but their earthly stains, 
Are the true seed vouchsafed to earthly eyes. 
Sin can read sin, but dimly scans high grace ; 

So we move heavenward with averted face, 
Scared into faith by warning of sin's pains ; 
And Saints are lowered, that the world mav rise. 


fyitifcm &aint0* 69 

Aiid the Lord said y Arise, anoint him,for this is he. 

LATEST born of Jesse's race, 
Wonder lights thy bashful face, 
While the prophet's gifted oil 
Seals thee for a path of toil. 
We, thy Angels, circling round thee, 
Ne'er shall find thee as we found thee, 
When thy faith first brought us near 
In thy lion-fight severe. 

Go ! and 'mid thy flocks avvhile, 
At thy doom of greatness smile ; 
Bold to bear God's heaviest load, 
Dimly guessing of the road, — 
Rocky road, and scarce ascended, 
Though thy foot be angel-tended ; 
Double praise thou shalt attain, 
In royal court and battle-plain ; 

70 tyiUTicn ftaint0« 

Then comes heart-ache, care, distress, 
Blighted hope, and loneliness ; 
Wounds from friend and gifts from foe, 
Dizzied faith, and guilt and woe, 
Loftiest aims by earth defiled, 
Gleams of wisdom sin-beguiled, 
Sated power's tyrannic mood, 
Counsels shared with men of blood, 
Sad success, parental tears, 
And a dreary gift of years. 

Strange, that guileless face and form 

To lavish on the scarring storm ! 

Yet we take thee in thy blindness, 

And we harass thee in kindness ; 

Little chary of thy fame, — 

Dust unborn may bless or blame, — 

But we mould thee for the root 

Of man's promised healing fruit, 

And we mould thee hence to rise 

As our brother to the skies. 


©iUUen &aint0* 71 

They glorijicd God in me. 

ISAW thee once, and nought discerned 
For stranger to admire ; 
A serious aspect, but it burned 
With no unearthly fire. 

Again I saw, and I confessed 

Thy speech was rare and high ; 

And yet it vexed my burdened breast, 
And scared, I knew not why. 

I saw once more, and awe-struck gazed 

On face, and form, and air ; 

God's living glory round thee blazed — 

A Saint — a Saint was there ! 


72 fyiUDcn €>aint0* 



I fear, lest ivhen I co?ue, 1 shall not f?id you such as I would, and 
that I shall befound u?ito you such as ye ivould ?iot. 

IDREAMED that, with a passionate complaint, 
I wished me born amid God's deeds of might ; 
And envied those who saw the presence bright 
Of gifted Prophet and strong-hearted Saint, 
Whom my heart loves, and fancy strives to paint. 
I turned, when straight a stranger met my sight, 
Came as my guest, and did awhile unite 
His lot with mine, and lived without restraint. 
Courtcous he was, and grave, — someek in mien, 
It seemed untrue, or told a purpose weak ; 
Yet in the mood, he could with aptness speak, 
Or with stern force, or show of feelings keen, 
Marking deep craft, methought, or hidden pride : 
Then came a voice — a St. Paul is at thy side !* 


Hi0f)tin8 of Hamp0* 73 

Ugftting of 3lamp0. 



Aud Aaron shall buru thereon siveet incense e7>ery tnorning: 
ivhen he dresseth the lamfis he shall bum incense uflon it. A?id 
7vheu Aaron lighteth the iamfis at even, he shall bum incense 
upon it ; a perpetual iuccuse before the Lord, throughout yout 

NOW the stars are lit in heaven, 
We must light our lamps on earth : 
Every star a signal given 

From the God of our new birth : 
Every lamp an answer faint, 
Like the prayer of mortal Saint. 

Mark the hour and turn this way, 
Sons of Israel, far and near ! 

Wearied with the World's dim day, 
Turn to Him whose eyes are here, 

74 Hic??tinG of Hamp0* 

Open, watching day and night, 
Beaming unapproached light ! 

With sweet oil-drops in His hour 
Feed the branch of many lights, 

Token of protccting power, 
Pledged to faithful Israelites; 

Emblem of the anointed Home, 

When the glory deigns to come. 

Watchers of the sacred flame, 
Sons of Aaron : serve in fear, — 

Deadly is th' Avenger's aim, 

Should the unhallowed enter here ; 

Keen His fires, should recreants dare 

Breathe the pure and fragrant air. 

There is One will bless your toil — 
He who comes in Hcaven's attire, 

Morn by morn, with holy oil ; 
Eve by eve, with holy fire ! 

Pray ! — your prayer will be allowed, 

Min<jlin<r with His inccnse cloud ! 

Hfflfjtinc cf Hamp0* 75 



Thcn s/>ake Jesus again nnto them, saying, I am the Light of 
the ivorld ; he that followeth Me shall not walk in darkness, but 
shall ' have thc light of ' life. 

FULL many an eve, and many a morn, 
The holy Lamps have blazed and died ; 
The floor by knees of sinners worn, 
The mystic Altar's golden horn, 
Age after age have witness borne 
To Faith that on a lingering Saviour cried. 

" At evening time there shall be light !" — 
? Twas said of old — 'tis wrought to-day : 
Now, with the stoled Priest in sight, 
The perfumed embers quivering bright, 
Ere yet the ceiling's spangled height 
The glory catch of the new-kindled ray, 

A voice not loud, but thrilling clear, 
On hearts prepared falls benign : 

76 Higfjtine of Hamps* 

u I am the worlcTs true Ligbt : who hear 
And follow Me, no darkness fear, 
Nor waning eve, nor changing year ; 
The Light of Life is theirs : pure Light of Life divine !" 




And there ivere many llghts in the upfier chamber, ivliere they 
ivere gathered together. 

HE spake : He died and rose again — 
And now His Spirit lights 
The hallowed fires o'er land and main, 
And every heart invites. 

They glow : but not in gems and gold 

With cedar arched o'er ; 
But in far nooks obscure and cold, 

On many a cabin floor : 

When the true soldier steals an hour 
To break the Bread of Life, 

HtCfjting of Hamp0* 77 

And drink the draught of love and power, 
And plan the holy strife. 

Ye humble Tapers, fearless burn ; — 

Ere in the morn ye fade, 
Ye shall behold a soul return, 

Even from the last dim shade. 

That all may know what love untold 

Attends the chosen race, 
Whom Apostolic arms enfold, 

Who cling to that embrace : 

And wheresoe'er a cottage light 

Is trimmed for evening prayer, 
Faith may recall that wondrous night ; — 

W 7 ho raised the dead is there. 


78 Higljtinc of Hamp0< 


HAIL ! gladdening Light, of His pure glory 
Who is th' immortal Father, heavenly, blest, 
Holiest of Holies— Jesus Christ our Lord ! 
Now we are come to the suirs hour of rest, 
The lights of evening round us shine, 
We hymn the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit 
divine ! 
Worthiest art Thou at all times to be sung 

With undefiled tongue, 
Son of our God, Giver of Life, alone ! 
Therefore in all the world, Thy glories, Lord, they 
own. 1 


1 Hymn of the \st or ind century: preservsd by St. BasV. — 
Vld. Routh. Relliqu. Sacr. iii. p. 299. 

" Qu; \\otpov ocyioci bo&s olOxvutod Wzrpof, 
Ovpxviov, ocytov,' pcocxxpof , 

'Ir,0~6U X^>/0"76, 

Higl;tine of Hamptf* .79 



COME, twinkle in my lonely room, 
Companion true in hours of gloom; 
Come, light me on a little space, 
The heavenly vision to retrace, 
By Saints and Angels loved so well, — 
My Mother's glories ere she fell. 

There was a time, my friendly Lamp, 

When, far and wide, in Jesus' camp, 

Oft as the foe dark inroads made, 

They watched and fasted, wept and prayed ; 

tXOovTii Urt TOU V.XlOU hutnv, 

IhovTig §00$ iffxtpivbv, 
uijovoutxiv llccT-pz, *Xi Ylov, %%\ " Aytcv llvzu,u,x (rlioit, 

a.^10; iT tv toLo~i xcnpoi; uixvilo-doci $ojvzi£ ocioti; 
"Ti\ 0i<jy, Z.oj/,v ^idou; 
6i6 xofffJt-Oi d dosa.'£ei." 

80 Htc!)tm0 of Hamp0» 

But now, they feast and slumber on, 
And say, " Why pine o'er evil done ?" 

Then hours of Prayer, in welcome round, 
Far-severed hearts together bound : 
Seven times a day, on bended knee % 
They to their Saviour cried; and we — 
One hour we flnd in seven long days, 
Before our God to sit and gaze! 

Then, lowly Lamp, a ray like thine 
Waked half the world to hymns divine ; 
Now it is much if here and there 
One dreamer, by the genial glare, 
Trace the dim Past, and slowly climb 
The steep of Faith's triumphant prime. 

Yet by His grace, whose breathing gives 

Life to the faintest spark that lives, 

I trim tliee, precious Lamp, once morc, 

Our fathers' armoury to explore, 

And sort and number wistfully 

A few bright weapons, bathed on high. 

HiC??tm8 of Hamp0» 81 

And may thy guidance ever tend 

Where gentle thoughts with courage blend ; 

Thy pure and steady gleaming rest 

On pages with the Cross imprest ; 

Till, touched with lightning of calm zeal, 

Our fathers' very heart we feel. 


82 &obrictp» 



Hivi that esca/cth frovi the sword qfjehu, shall ElisJia slay. 

CHRIST bade His followers take the sword, 
And yet He chid the deed, 
When Peter seized upon His word, 
And made a foe to bleed. 

The Gospel Creed, a sword of strife, 

Meek hands alone may rear ; 
And ever zeal begin its life 

In silent thought and fcar. 

Ye, who would weed the^Vineyard's soil, 

Treasure the r 4 lesson given ; 
Lest in bhe judgmcnt-books^ye toil 

P^or Satan, not for heavcn. 


&obrictp* 83 


Covie with me, and see my zealfor the Lord. 

H^HOUio wax fierce 

In the cause of the Lord, 
To threat and to pierce 

With the heavenly svvord; 
Anger and Zeal, 

And the Joy of the brave, 
Who bade thee to feel, 

Sin's slave. 

The Altar's pure flame 

Consumes as it soars ; 
Faith meetly may blame, - 

For it serves and adores. 
Thou warnest and smitest ! 

Yet Christ must atone 
For a soul that thou slightest — 

Thine own. 




THY words are good and freely given, 
As though thou felt them true ; 
Friend, think thee well, — to hell or heaven 
A serious heart is due. 

It pains thee sore man's will should swerve 

In his true path divine ; 
And yet thou venturest not to serve 

Thy neighbour's weal nor thine. 

Beware ! such words may once be said, 

Where shame and fear unite ; 

But, spoken twice, they mark instead 

A sin against the light. 


ftobrictp» 85 


PRUNE thou thy words, the thoughts control 
That o'er thee swell and throng ; 
They will condense within thy soul, 
And change to purpose strong. 

But he, who lets his feelings run 

In soft luxurious flow, 
Shrinks when hard service must be done, 

And faints at every woe. 

Faith's meanest deed more favour bears, 
Where hearts and wills are weighed, 

Than brightest transports, choicest prayers, 
Which bloom their hour and fade. 


86 &obrietj% 


I have need to be baptized of Thee, and coviest Thou to me ? 

HOW didst thou start, thou Holy Baptist, bid 
To pour repentance on the Sinless Brow ! 
Then all thy meekness, from thy hearers hid 

Beneath the Ascetic's port and Preacher's fire, 
Flowed forth, and with a pang thou didst desire 
He might be chief, not thou. 

And so on us, at whiles, it falls to claim 

Powers that we fear, or dare some forward part ; 

Nor must we shrink as cravens from the blame 
Of pride, in common eyes, or purpose deep ; 

But with pure thoughts look up to God, and kecp 

Our secret in our heart. 


ambitiom 87 




UNWEARIED God ! before whose face 
The night is clear as day, 
Whilst we, poor worms, in life's brief race 

Now creep, and now delay ; 
We with death's foretaste alternate 
Our labouYs dint and sorrow's weight, 
Save in that fever-troubled state 
When pain or care has sway. 

Dread Lord ! Thy glory, watchfulness, 

Is but disease in man ; 
We at our cost our bounds transgress 

In Thy eternal plan : 

88 3mbitiom 

Pride grasps the powers by Thee displayed ; 
But ne'er the rebel effort made 
But fell beneath the sudden shade 
Of nature's witherincr ban. 




xoWx toc }>iivot, zoudsv 
ocvQpuTov heivonpov rfXfi. 

AN is permitted much 

To scan and learn 
In Nature's frame ; 
Till he well-nigh can tame 
Brute mischiefs, and can touch 
Invisible things, and turn 
All warring ills to purposes of good. 
Thus as a God below, 
He can control. 



gmbttion* 89 

And harmonize what seems amiss to flow 
As severed from the whole 
And dimly understood. 

But o'er the elements 

One Hand alone, 

One Hand has sway. 
What influence day by day 
In straiter belt prevents 
The impious Ocean, thrown 
Alternate o'er the ever-sounding shore ? 
Or who has eye to trace 

How the Plague came ? 
Forerun the doublings of the Tempesr/s race 
Or the Air's weight and flame 
On a set scale explore ? 

Thus God has willed 
That man, when fully skilled, 
Still gropes in twilight dim ; 
Encompassed all his hours 

By fearfullest powers 

Inflexible to him ; 

90 gmbirion* 

That so he may discern 

His feebleness, 

And e'en for earth/s success 

To HlM in wisdom turn, 

Who holds for us the Keys of either home, 

Earth and the world to come. 




Freely ye have received: /reely give. 

GIVE any boon for peace ! 
Why should our fair-eyed Mother e'er engag 
In the worlcTs course and on a troubled stage, 
From which her very call is a release ? 
No ! in thy garden stand, 
And tend with pious hand 
The flowers thou findest there, 
Which are thy proper care, 
O man of God ! in meekness and in love, 
And waiting for the blissful realms above." 

Alas ! for thou must learn, 
Thou guileless one ! rough is the holy hand ! 
Runs not the Word of Truth through every land ! 
A sword to sever, and a fire to burn ? 

If blessed Paul had stayed 

In cot or learned shade, 

With the priest's white attire, 

And the saints' tuneful choir, 
Men had not gnashed their teeth, nor risen to slay, 
But thou hadst been a heathen in thy day. 




TIME was, I shrank from what was right, 
From fear of what was wrong ; 
I would not brave the sacred fight, 
Because the foe was strong. 

But now I cast that finer sense 

And sorer shame aside ; 
Such drcad of sin was indolence, 

Such aim at heaven was pride. 

8cttoit£* 93 

So, when my Saviour calls, I rise, 

And calmly do my best ; 
Leaving to Him, with silent eyes 

Of hope and fear, the rest. 

I step, I mount where He has led ; 

Men count my haltings o'er : — 

I know them ; yet, though self I dread, 

I love His precept more. 



LORD ! when sin's close marshalled line 

Urges Thy witness on his way, 
How should he raise Thy glorious Sign, 
And how Thy grace display ? 

Thy holy Paul, with soul of tiame, 
Rose on Mars-hill a soldier lone ; 

Shall I thus speak the Atoning Name 
Though with a heart of stone ! 

94 3ctitiitp< 

" Not so," He said : — "hush thee, and seek, 
With thoughts in prayer and watchful eyes, 

My seasons sent for thee to speak, 
And use them as they rise." 




OAGED Saint ! far off I heard 
The praises of thy name ; 
Thy deed of power, thy skilful word, 
Thy zeaPs triumphant flame. 

I came and saw ; and, having seen, 

Weak heart, I drew offence 
From thy prompt smile, thy simple mien, 

Thy lowly diligence. 

The Saint's is not the Hero's praise ; — 

This have I found, and learn 

Nor to profane Heaven's humblest ways, 

Nor its least boon to spurn. 


(D;a0e* 95 




And Uriah said unto David, The ark, and Israel, and Judah, 
abide in tents ; and my lord Joab, and the servants of my lord, 
are encamped in the openjieids; shall I then go into 7nine house, 
ioeat and to drink ? . . . . As thou livest, and as thy soulliveth, I 
will not do this thing. 

THE Ark of God is in the field, 
Like clouds around the alien armies sweep; 
Each by his spear, beneath his shield, 
In cold and dew the anointed warriors sleep. 

And can it be thou liest awake, 
Sworn watchman, tossing on thy couch of down ? 

And doth thy recreant heart not ache 
To hear the sentries round the leaguered town ? 

Oh dream no more of quiet life ; 
Care finds the careless out ; more wise to vow 

Thine heart entire to Faith's pure strife ; 
So peace will come thou knowest not when or how, 



But fo?iah rosc u/> toflee uuto Tarshish,from the /rcseuce 
of the Lord. 

DEEP in his meditative bower, 
The tranquil seer reclined ; 
Numbering the creepers of an hour, 
The gourds which o ? er him twined. 

To note each plant, to rear each fruit 
Which soothes the languid sense, 

He deemed a safe refined pursuit, — 
His LORD, an indolence. 

The sudden voice was heard at length, 
" Lift thou the prophet's rod ! " 

But sloth had sapped the prophet's strength, 
He feared, and fled from God. 

Next, by a fearful judgment tamed, 

He threats the offending race ; 
God spares ; — he murmurs, pride inflamed, 

His threat made void by grace. 

What ? — pride and sloth ! man's worst of foes ! 

And can such guests invade 

Our choicest bliss, the grecn rcpose 

Of the sweet garden shade ? 




Oh, that I had in tfie wilderness a lodging-piace ofwayfaring 
vien y that I might leave my people and go from them. 

K TT TOE'S me ! n the peaceful prophet cried, 

VV " Spare me this troubled life — 

To stem man's wrath, to school his pride, 

To head the sacred strife ! 

" O place me in some silent vale, 
Where groves and flowers abound ; 

Nor eyes that grudge, nor tongues that rail, 
Ycx the truth-haunted <rround J " 

& 1 

If his meek spirit erred, opprest 

That God denied repose, 
What sin is ours, to whom Heaven's rest 

Is pledged to heal earth's woes ? 



New Self. 

WHY sittest thou on that sea-girt rock 
With downward look and sadly drcaming 
cye : 
Playest thou beneath with Proteus' flock, 
Or with thc far-bound sea-bird wouldst thou fly ? 

I sit upon this sea-girt rock 
With downward look and dreaming eye ; 

But neither do I sport with Proteus' flock, 
Nor with the far-bound sea-bird would I fly. 

I list the splash so clear and chill 
Of yon old fisher^s solitary oar : 

I watch the waves that rippling still 
Chase one another o'er the marble shore. 

New Self. 

Yet from the splash of yonder oar 
No dreamy sound of sadness comes to me : 

And yon fresh waves that beat the shore, 
How merrily they splash, how merrily ! 

Old Self 

I mourn for the delicious days, 
When those calm sounds fell on my childish ear, 

A stranger yet to the wild ways 
Of triumph and remorse, of hope and fear. 

New Self 

Mournest thou, poor soul ! and wouldst thou yet 
Call back the things which shall not, cannot be ? 

Heaven must be won, not dreamed ; thy task is 
Peace was not made for earth, nor rest for thee. 1 




And %vhen Paul had gathered a bundle of sticks, and laid them 
on thefire^ there came a viper out of the heat. 

SECURE in his prophetic strength, 
The water peril o'er, 
The many-gifted man at length 
Stept on the promised shore. 

He trod the shore ; but not to rest, 

Nor wait till Angels came ; 
Lo ! humblest pains the Saint attest, 

The firebrands and the flame. 

1 Ha mcinini, et victum frustra contcndcrc Thyrsin, 
Ex illo Corydon, Corydon est tcninorc nobis. 

dEajae» 101 

But when he felt the viper's smart, 

Then instant aid was given : 

Christian ! hence learn to do thy part, 

And leave the rest to Heaven. 


io2 &ctoeritp* 




Am I my brother*s kee^er ? 

THE time has been, it seemed a precept plain 
Of the true faith, Christ's tokens to dis- 
play ; 
And in life's commerce still the thought retain, 
That men have souls, and wait a judgment 
day ; 
Kings used their gifts as ministers of Heaven, 
Nor strippcd thcir zcal for God of mcans which 
God had givcn. 

'Tis altercd now ; — for Adam's eldcst born 
Has traincd our practice in a sclfish rulc ; 

g>etierit£* 103 

Each stands alone, Christ's bonds asunder torn, 

Each has his private thought, selects his school, 
Conceals his creed, and lives in closest tie 
Of fellowship with those who count it blasphemy. 

Brothers ! spare reasoning; — men have settled 
That ye are out of date, and they are wise ; 
Use their own weapons ; let your words be strong, 
Your cry be loud, till each scared boaster flies ; 
Thus the Apostles tamed the pagan breast, 
They argued not, but preached ; and conscience 
did the rest. 



AND wouldst thou reach, rash scholar mine, 
Love's high unrufBed state ? 
Awake ! thy easy dreams resign : 
First learn thee how to hate. 

io4 €>trjeritp» 

Hatred of sin, and Zeal, and Fear, 

Lead up the Holy Hill ; 
Track them, till Charity appear 

A self-denial still. 

Feeble and false the brightest flame 

By thoughts severe unfed ; 

Book-lore ne'er served, when trial came, 

Nor gifts, where Faith was dead. 




WHEN first God stirred me, and the Churchs 
Came as a theme of reverent search and fear, 
It little cost to own the lustre clear 
0'er rule she taught, and rite, and doctrine poured ; 
For conscience craved, and rcason did accord. 
Yet one there was that wore a micn austere, 
And I did doubt, and, troubled, asked to hear 
Whose mouth had force to edge so sharp a sword. 

€>etorritp* 105 

My Mother oped her trust, the Holy Book, 
And healed my pang. She pointed, and I found 
Christ 011 Himself, considerate Master, took 
The utterance of that doctrine's fearful sound. 
The Fount of Love His servants sends to tell 
Love's deeds ; Himself reveals the sinner's hell. 


io6 ertristian ^Tfjitalrp. 

Cljrtettatx Cljftalr^ 



"OILENCE, unworthy ! how should tones like 

O thine 
Blend with the warnings of the good and true? 
God hath no need of waverers round His shrine : 
What hath th' unclean with Heaven's high cause 

to do ? M 
Thus in the deep of many a shrinking heart 
The murmurings swell and heavc of sad rcmorse, 
And dull the soul, that else would kecnly dart 
Fearless along hcr heaven-illumincd course. 
But, wayward doubtcr, lift onc glance on high : 
What banncr strcams along thy destincd way ? 
Thc pardoning Cross, — HisCrosswhodeigncd to die 
To cleanse th' impure for His own bright array. 

€t)x\£>t\m £f)itnlrp* 107 

Wash thee in His dear blood, and trembling wear 
His holy Sign, and take thy station there. 

Wash thee, and watch thine armour ; as of old 

The champions vowed of Truth and Purity, 

Ere the bright mantle might their limbs enfold, 

Or spear of theirs in knightly combat vie, 

Three summer nights outwatched the stars on high, 

And found the time too short for busy dreams, 

Pageants of airy prowess dawning nigh, 

And fame far hovering with immortal beams. 

And more than prowess theirs, and more than fame ; 

No dream, but an abiding consciousness 

Of an approving God, a righteous aim, 

An arm outstretched to guide them and to bless : 

Firm as steel bows for Angels' warfare bent, 

They went abroad, not knowing where they went. 


For why ? the sacred Pentecostal eve 

Hath bathed them with its own inspiring dew, 


er^rifltian eiinrjalrp* 

And gleams more bright than summer sunsets leave 
Lingering well-nigh to meet the moriVs fresh hue, 
Dwelt on each heart ; as erst in memory true, 
The Spirit's chosen heralds o'er all lands 
Bore the bright tongues of fire. Thus, firm and few, 
Now, in our fallen time, might faithful bands 
Move on th' eternal way, the goal in sight, 
Nor to the left hand swerve for gale or shower, 
Nor pleasure win them, wavering to the right ; 
Alone with Heaven they were that awful hour, 
When their oath sealed them to the war of Faith ; 
Alone they will be in the hour of death. 

Honcline00* 109 




Hitu God raised up the third day, and showed Him ofienly, not 
to all tlie people, but unto witnesses chosen before q/God. 

WHEN royal Truth, released from mortal 
Burst His brief slumber, and triumphant rose, 
111 had the Holiest sued 
A patron multitude, 
Or courted Tetrarch's eye, or claimed to rule 
By the world's winning grace, or proofs from learned 

But, robing Him in viewless air, He told 
His secret to a few of meanest mould ; 
They in their turn imparted 
The gift to men pure-hearted, 

ito Honclmc00* 

While the brute many heard His mysteries high, 
As some strange fearful tongue, and crouched they 
knew not why. 

Still is the might of Truth, as it has been : 

Lodged in the few, obeyed, and yet unseen. 

Reared on lone heights, and rare, 

His Saints their watch-rlame bear. 

And the mad world sces the wide-circling blaze, 

Vain-searching whence it streams, and how to 

quench its ravs. 





IME was, though truth eterne I felt my creed, 
That when men smiled and said, " Thy words 

are strong, 

But others think not thus ; and dar'st thou plead 
That thou art right, and all bcside thee wrong?" 
I shrunk abashed, nor dared the theme prolong. 

Honclinc00* 1 1 r 

Now, in that creecTs most high and holy strain 

Led to revere the Church's solemn tone, 

The calm, clear accents of the chosen One, 

Christ's mystic Bride, ordained with Him to reign, 

I hear with pitying sigh such taunts profane : 

Taught that my faith, in hers, is based secure 

On the unshaken Rock, that shall for aye endure. 



Quit you like men, be strong. 

FAINT not, and fret not, for threatened woe, 
Watchman on Truth J s grey height ! 
Few though the faithful, and fierce though the foe, 
Weakness is aye Heaven's might. 

Infidel Ammon and niggard Tyre, 

Ill-attuned pair, unite ; 
Some work for love, and some work for hire, 

But weakness shall be Heaven's might ! 

iT2 Honclinc00. 

Eli's feebleness, SauFs black wrath, 

May aid Ahitophers spite : 
And prayers from Gerizim, and curses from Gath 

Our weakness shall be Heaven's might. 

Quail not, and quake not, thou Warder bold, 

Be there no friend in sight ; 
Turn thee to question the days of old, 

When weakness was aye Heaven's might. 

Moses was one, yet he stayed the sin 
Of the host, in the Presence bright : 

And Elias scorned the Carmel-din, 

When Baal would scan Heaven's might. 

Time's years are many, Eternity one, 

And one is the Infinite ; 
The chosen are few, few the deeds well done, 

For scantness is still Heaven's might. 

Honeline00* 113 



EACH trial has its weight : which whoso bears, 
Knows his own woe, and need of succouring 
grace : 
The martyr's hope half wipes away the trace 
Of flowing blood ; the while life's humblest cares 
Smart more, because they hold in Holy Writ no 

This be my comfort, in these days of grief 
Which is not Christ's, nor forms heroic tale. 
Apart from Him if not a sparrow fail, 
May not He pitying view, and send relief, 
When foes or friends perplex, and peevish thoughts 
prevail ? 

Then keep good heart ; nor take the self-wise 
Of Thomas, who must see ere he would trust. 


ii4 Honcliness* 

Fatith will fill up God's word, not poorly just 
To the bare letter, heedless of its force, 
But walking by its light amid earth/s sun and dust. 




SWEET bird ! up earliest in the morn, 
Up earliest in the year, 
Far in the quiet mist are borne 
Thy matins soft and clear. 

As linnet soft, and clear as lark, 
Well hast thou ta'en thy part, 

Where many an ear thy notes may reach, 
And here and there a hcart. 

The first snow wreaths are scarcely gone, 

(They stayed but half a day,) 
The berries bright hang ling'ring on, 

Yet thou hast learned thy lay. 

Honeline00* 115 

One gleam, one gale of western air 

Has hardly brushed thy wing ; 
Yet thou hast given thy welcome fair, 

Good-morrow to the spring ! 

Perhaps within thy caroFs sound 

Some wakeful mourner lies, 
Dim roaming days and years around, 

That ne'er again may rise. 

He thanks thee with a tearful eye, 
For thou hast winged his spright, 

Back to some hour when hopes were nigh 
And dearest friends in sight ; 

That simple fearless note of thine 

Has pierced the cloud of care, 
And lit awhile the gleam divine 

That blessed his infant prayer ; 

Ere he had known, his faith to blight 

The scorner's withering smile ; 
While heai ts, he deemed, beat true and right, 

Here in our Christian Isle. 

n6 Hoiulinc00* 

That sunny morning glimpse is gone, 

That morning note is still ; 
The dun dark day comes lowering on, 

The spoilers roam at will ; 

Yet calmly rise, and boldly strive ; 

The sweet bird's early song, 
Ere evening fall, shall oft revive, 

And cheer thee all day long. 

Are we not sworn to serve our King ? 

He sworn with us to be ? 
The birds that chant before the spring, 

Are truer far than we. 


£ommune iDoctorurm i r 7 

Commtme 2Doctorurm 



HAIL, glorious Lights, kindled at God's own urn, 
Salt of the nations — whence the soul imbue 
Savours of Godhead, virtues pure and true, 
So that all die not— whence serenely burn 
In their bright Orbs sure Truth and Virtue bold, 
Putting on virgin honours undefiled : 
Bounteous by you the World's Deliverer mild 
Of treasured wisdom deals His stores untold. 
Hail ! channels where the living waters flow, 
Whence the Redeemer's field shows fair, and glow 
The golden harvests : ye from realms above 
Bring meat for manly hearts, and milk for babcs 

in love. 
These bear, great God, Thy sword and shield ; 
These rear th' eternal Palace Hall ; 

Skilled with one hand Thine arms to wield, 

With one to build Thy Wall. 
Ye in your bright celestial panoply 

0'ercame dark Heresy : 
And when her brood from Stygian night 

Renew the fight, 
We too may grasp your arrows bright ; 
E'en till this hour we combat in your mail, 
And with no doubtful end — we combat and prevail. 
Hail ! Heavenly Truth, guiding the pen 

Of wise and holy men ; 
To thee, though thou be voiceless, doth belong 

A spirit's tongue, 
Which in the heart's deep home, uttereth a song. 1 


1 (Fro?n the Paris Brcviary.) 

Vos succensa Deo splendida Lumina : 

Vos Sal, nos, homines quo sapimus Deum 

^vum puri animo moribus integri 

Quo condimur in alterum : 

Per vos Relligio, tutaquc Veritas 

Per vos virgineis fulget honoribus : 

Per vos Christus amat pandcre divites 

Thesauros Sapientiae. 
Vcstris unda fluit pura canalibus : 
Chlistl florct agcr; munda nitct scgcs ; 

eiommime Doctorum* 119 



LET others sing thy heathen praise, 
Fallen Greece ! the thought of holier days 
In my sad heart abides ; 
For sons of thine in Truth's first hour 
Were tongues and vveapons of his power, 
Born of the Spirit's flery shower, 
Our fathers and our guides. 

Lnc aptum pueris et solidum viris 
Cauti sufficitis cibum. 
Hi sunt, Summe Deus, qui tibi militant ; 
Hi sunt, qui stabiles scdificant domos ; 
Una docta cohors arma tenet manu, 

Muros construit altera. 
Vicistis Stygias vos quibus Hsereses, 
Haec nos accipimus tela superstites ; 
His pugnamus adhuc, nec dubio exitu ; 

His armis quoque vincimus. 
Sit suprema tibi gloria, Veritas, 
Quse per scripta Patrum, quando foris sonas, 
Nullo, vocis egens, corda doces sono; 

Et te mentibus inseris. 

120 Commime Doctoruim 

All thine is Clement's varied page : 
And Dionysius, ruler sage 

In days of doubt and pain ; 
And Origen, with eagle eye ; 
And saintly BasiPs purpose high 
To smite imperial heresy, 

And cleanse the Altar's stain. 

From thee the glorious preacher came 

With soul of zeal and lips of flame, 

A court's stern martyr-guest ; 

And thine, O inexhaustive race ! 

Was Nazianzen's heaven-taught grace ; 

And royal-hearted Athanase, 

With PauPs own mantle blest. 


eTommune iDoctorurm 121 


METHOUGHT I saw a face divinely fair, 
With nought of earthly passion ; the mild 

Of whose bright eye did in mute converse seem 
With other countenances, and they were 

Gazing on her made beautiful. Their theme 
Was One that had gone up the heavenly stair, 
And left a fragrance on this lower air, 

The contemplation of His Love Supreme. 
And that high form held forth to me a hand : 
It was celestial Wisdom, whose calm brow 
Did of those early Sciences inquire, 
If they had of His glory aught retained ; — 
Yes ! I would be admitted to your choir, 
That I may nothing love on earth below. 

122 STommune SDoctorum» 


INTO God's Word, as in a palace fair, 
Thou leadest on and on, wbile still beyond 
Each chamber, touched by holy wisdonVs wand, 
Another opes, more beautiful and rare ; 
And thou in each art kneeling down in prayer, 
From link to link of that mysterious bond 
Seeking for Christ ; but oh, I fear thy fond 
And beautiful torch, that with so bright a glare 
Lighteth up all things, lest the hcaven-lit brand 
Of thy serene Philosophy divine 
Should take the colourings of earthly thought, 
And I, by their sweet images o'er\vrought, 
Led by weak Fancy should let go Truth's hand, 
And miss the way into the inner shrine. 


Commune Doctorurm 123 



T T 7HEN shall our northern Church her champion 

Raised by Divine decree, 
To shield the Ancient Truth at his own harm ? . . . 

Like him who stayed the arm 
Of tyrannous power, and learning's sophist-tone, 

Keen-visioned Seer, alone. 

The many crouched before an idol-priest, 
Lord of the world's rank feast. 

In the dark night, 'mid the saints' trial sore, 
He stood, then bowed before 

The Holy Mysteries, — he their meetest sign, 
Weak vessel, yet divine. 1 

Cyprian is ours, since the high-souled primate laid 
Under the traitorous blade 

1 Vid. the account of Syrianus breaking into his Church, 
Theodoret, Hist. ii. 13. 

124 (£ommune Doctorurru 

His silvered head. And Chrysostom we claim 
In that clear eloquent flame 

And deep-taught zeal in the same woe, which shone 
Bright round a Martyr's throne. 

And Ambrose reared his crosier as of old, 
Less honoured, but as bold, 

When in dark times our champion crossed a king : — 
But good in everything 

Comes as ilPs cure. Dim Future ! shall we need 
A prophet for Truth's Creed ? 




PEACE-LOVING man, of humble hcart and 
true ! 
What dost thou here ? 
Fierce is the city's crowd ; the lordly few 

Are dull of ear ! 
Sore pain it was to thee, till thou didst quit 
Thy patriarch-throne at length, as though for powcr 

ffommtme sDoctoium* 125 

So works the All-wise ! our services dividing 

Not as we ask : 
For the worlcTs profit, by our gifts deciding 

Our duty-task. 
See in kings' courts loth Jeremiah plead ; 
And slow-tongued Moses rule by eloquence of deed ! 

Yes ! thou, bright Angel of the East, didst rear 

The Cross divine, 
Borne high upon thy clear-voiced accents, where 

Men mocked the Sign ; 
Till that cold city heard thy battle-cry, 
And hearts were stirred, and deemed a Pentecost 
was nigh. 

Thou couldst a people raise, but couldst not rule : — 

So, gentle one, 
Heaven set thee free, — for, ere thy years were full, 

Thy work was done ; 
According thee the lot thou lovedst best, — 
To muse upon times past, to serve, yet be at rest. 


i26 eTominime Doctomm* 



BEAUTIFUL flowers round Wisdom's secrct 

Deep holy thoughts of penitential lore, 

But dressed with images from Nature's store, 
Handmaid of Piety. Like thine own cell 
By Pontic mountain wilds and shaggy fell, 

Great Basil ! there, within thy lonely door, 
Watching, and Fast, and Prayer, and Penance dwell, 

And sternly nursed Affections heavenward soar. 
Without are setting suns and summer skies, 
Ravine, rock, wood, and fountain melodics ; 
And Earth and Heaven, holding communion swcct, 
Teem with wild beauty. Such thy calm retreat, 
Blest Saint ! and of thyself an emblem meet, 
All fair without, within all stern and wisc. 


£ommtme Doctorum* 127 


The gifts and calliiig o/God are without rej>entance. 

THE lions prowl around, thy grave to guard, 
And Moslem prayers profane 
At morn and eve come sounding ; yet unscared 

The Holy Shades remain : — 
Cyprian, thy chief of watchmen, wise and bold, 

Trusting the lore of his own loyal heart ; 
And Cyprian's master, as in age high-souled, 
Yet choosing as in youth the better part. 
There, too, unwearied Austin, thy keen gaze 

On Atlas' steep, a thousand years and more, 
Dwells, waiting for the first rekindling rays, 

When Truth upon the solitary shore 
For the fallen West may light his beacon as of yore. 


128 eiommime Doctorum. 


The night isfar sj>ent, the day is at Jiand. 


01 CE of the wise of old ! 
Go breathe thy thrilling whispers now 
In cells where learned eyes late vigils hold, 

And teach proud Science where to veil her brow. 

Voice of the meekest man ! 
Now while the Church for combat arms, 
Calmly do thou confirm her awful ban, 

Thy words to her be conquering, soothing 

Voice of the fearless Saint ! 
Ring like a trump, where gentle hcarts 
Beat high for Truth,but, doubting, cower and faint : — 
Tell them the hour is come, and they must take 
their parts. 


Z\)t IRuIe of Jfaitp* 129 


Quod semper, quod ubique, quod ab omnibus. 


TRUTH throngh the Sacred Volume hidden lies, 
And spreads from end to end her secret wing, 
Through ritual, type, and storied mysteries. 
From this or that, when Error points her sting, 
From all her holds, Truth's stern defences spring, 
And Text to Text the full accordance bears. 
Through every page the Universal King, 
From Eden's loss unto the end of years, 
From East unto the West, the Son of Man appears. 


Thus, when she made the Church her hallowed 

Founded on Jesus Christ the Corner-stone, 


x 3° 

Zljt Eule of JFaitJ?* 

With Prophets, and Apostles, and the Line 
Of ordered Ministers, Truth ever one, 
Not here or there, but in the whole hath shone. 
Whilst heresies arise of varying clime 
And varying form and colour, — the true Sun, 
One and the same through all advancing time, 
The Whole His Mansion makes, vast, uniform, 

Mark, how each Creed stands in that Test revealed, 
Romish, and Swiss, and Lutheran novelties ! 
As in the light of Spenser's magic shield. 1 
Falsehood lets fall her poisoned cup and flies, 
Rome's seven-headed monster sees and dies ! 
New forms of Schism which changing times supply» 
Behold the unwonted light in wild surprise. 
In darkness bold, bright-shining arms they spy, 
And down their Parent's mouth the Imps of Error 
hie! 2 

1 The Faery Queen, 1). i. c. viii. 21. 

B. i. 

c. 1. 15. 

Q$e Eule of jfaitf)» 131 

The Church her ample bosom may expand, 
Again contract, — may open far and wide 
Her tent, extend her cords, on either hand 
Break forth, again into herself subside ; 
Alike with her Faith's oracles abide, 
Revered by fickle worshipper, or spurned. 
Oft faint, ne'er lost, the Lamp by Heaven supplied 
Oft dimmed by envious mists, ne'er undiscerned, 
God's Witness through all time, hath in His temple 

O Holy Truth, whene'er thy voice is heard, 
A thousand echoes answer to the call ; 
Though oft inaudible thy gentle word, 
While we regard not. Take me from the thrall 
Of passionate Hopes, be thou my All in All ; 
So may Obedience lead me by the hand 
Into thine inner shrine and secret hall. 
Thence hath thy voice gone forth o'er Sea and Land, 
And all that voice may hear — but none can undei- 

132 Qfte IRule of Jfaitf)* 

Save the obedient. From both love and hate, 
Affections vile, low cares, and envy's blight, 
And controversial leanings and debate, 
Save me ! from earthly film my mental sight 
Purge thou, make my whole body full of Light ! 
So may my eyes from all things Truth convey, 
My ears in all thy lessons read aright, 
My dtill heart understand, and I obey, 
Following where'er the Church hath marked the 
Ancient Way. 

o * 

Di00Citt« 133 


77/.E <9iY^^ WAY. 

TJiat we should ear?iestly contend for the faith that was once 
[for all] delivered unto the saiuts. — St. Jude 3. 

ONE only Way to Life ; 
One Faith, delivered once for all ; 
One holy Band, endowed with Heaven's high call ; 

One earnest, endless Strife ; — 
This is the Church th' Eternal framed of old. 

Smooth open ways, good store ; 
A Creed for every clime and age, 
By Mammon's touch new moulded o'er and o'er ; 

No cross, no war to wage ; — 
This is the Church our earth-dimmed eyes behold. 

But ways must have an end, 
Creeds undergo the trial flame, 



Nor with th' impure the Saints for ever blcnd, 

Heaven's glory with our shame : 
Think on that hour, and choose 'tvvixt soft and bold. 



The thing that haih been, it is that ivhich shall be ; and that 
ivhich is done is that zvhich sholl be done ; and there is no new 
thing under the sun. 


HE thing that hath been, it shall be." 
Through every clime and age 
Doth haughty man, 'gainst Heaven's decrce, 

The same mad warfare wage : 
Deeming, of old, the homage shame 
Which One on High of right could claim ; 
Loathing a power that based not still 
Its throne upon his own wild will ; 
Gods whom he chose and made, he served alone, 
And worshipped his own pride, in blocks of wood 
and stone. 

sDizsent* 135 

" The thing that hath been, it shall be." 

The self-same pride this hour 

Bids headstrong myriads round us flee 

The Church's sheltering bower. 

Man, still unchanged, and still afraid 

Of power by human hands unmade, 

For all her Altar's rights divine, 

Will name his priest, will choose his shrine ; 

And votaries, doomed in other days to bow 

Within the idol's fane, throng the false prophefs 





WHEN I would search the truths that inme burn, 
And mould them into rule and argument, 
A hundred reasoners cried : — " Hast thou to learn 
Those dreams are scattered now, those fires 
are spent ?" 
And, did I mount to simpler thoughts and try 
Some theme of peace, 'twas still the same reply. 

136 iDifljsentf 

Perplexed, I hoped my heart was pure of guile, 
But judged me weak in wit, to disagree ; 

But now I see, that men were mad awhile, 

And joy the AGE to come will think with me ; 

'Tis the old history ; — Truth without a home, 

Despised and slain — then, rising from the tomb. 




I saw all Israel scattered 11P071 the hills, as sheefi that have not a 

POOR wanderers, ye are sore distrest 
To find that path which Christ has 
Tracked by His saintly throng ; 
Each claims to trust his own weak will, 
Blind idol ! — so ye languish still, 
All wranglers, and all wrong. 

He saw of old, and met your need, 
Granting you prophets of His creed, 
The throes of fear to suage ; 

Dijsaent* 137 

They fenced the rich bequest He made, 
And sacred hands have safe conveyed 
Their charge from age to age. 

Wanderers ! come home ! vvhen erring most 
Christ's Church aye kept the faith, nor lost 

One grain of Holy Truth : 
She ne'er has erred as those ye trust, 
And now shall lift her from the dust, 

And reign as in her youth ! 

138 Eelieioutf &tate0* 

IBtelifffottg »>tatefr 



T T 7"E are not children of a guilty sire, 
V V Since Noe stepped from out his wave-tossed 
And a stern baptism flushed earth's faded bloom. 
Not that the heavens then cleared, or cherub's fire 
From Eden's portal did at once retire ; 
But thoughts were stirred of Him who was to 

Whose rainbow hues so streaked the o'ershadow- 
ing gloom, 
That faith could e'en that desolate scene admire. 
The Lord has come and gone ; and now we wait 
The second substance of the deluge type, 
When our slight ark shall cross a molten surge ; 

IReIic:ou0 fttate** 13 

So, while the gross earth melts, for judgment ripe, 

Ne'er with its haughty turrets to emerge, 

We shall mount up to Eden's long lost gate. 





Balak's magic fires 
The Spirit spake clear as in Israel ; 
With prayers untrue and covetous desires 
Did God vouchsafe to dwell ; 
Who summoned dreams, His earlier word to bring 
To holy Job's vexed friends, and Gerar's guileless 

If such o'erflovving grace 
From Aaron's vest e'en on the Sibyl ran, 
Why should we fear the Son now lacks His place, 
Where roams unchristened man ? 
As though, when faith is keen, He cannot make 
Bread of the very stones, or thirst with ashes slake. 



IReli&iouo €>tatC0* 



PITEOUS race ! 
Fearful to look upon ; 
Once standing in high place, 
Heaven's eldest son. 
O aged blind 
Unvenerable ! as thou flittest by, 
I liken thee to him in pagan song, 

In thy gaunt majesty, 
The vagrant King, of haughty purposed mind, 
Whom prayer nor plague could bend ; x 
Wronged at the cost of him vvho did the wrong, 
Accursed himself, but in his cursing strong, 
And honoured in his end. 

O Abraham ! sire 
Shamed in thy progeny ; 

Vide thc CEdipUS Coloncus of Sophoclcs. 

Eelicioutf &t3te*h 141 

Who to thy faith aspire, 
Thy Hope deny. 
Well wast thou given 
From out the heathen an adopted heir, 
Raised strangely from the dead, when sin had 
Thy former-cherished care. 
O holy men, ye first-wrought gems of heaven ! 
Polluted in your kin, 
Come to 011 r fonts, your lustre to regain ! 
O Holiest Lord ! . . but Thou can'st take no stain 
Of blood, or taint of sin. 

Twice in their day 
Proffer of precious cost 
Was made, Heaven's hand to stay 
Ere all was lost. 
The first prevailed ; 
Moses was outcast from the promised home 
For his own sin, yet taken at his prayer 

To change his people's doom. 
Close on their eve, one other asked and failed ; 
When fervent Paul was fain 

142 Eeliciouj3 fttamu 

The accursed tree, as Christ had borne, to bear, 
No hopeful answer came — a Price more rare 
Already shed in vain. 




OLORD and Christ, Thy Churches of the South 
So shudder, when they see 
The two-edged sword sharp-issuing from Thy mouth, 
As to fall back from Thee, 
And seek to charms of man, or saints above, 
To aid them against Thee, Thou Fount of grace 
and love ! 

But I before Thine awful eyes will go, 

And firmly fix me there 

In my full shame ; not bent my doom to know, 

Not fainting with despair ; 

Not fearing less than they, but dceming sure, 

If e'en Thy Name shall fail, nought my base heart 

can cure. 


Eeltciou0 6tatf0« 143 



OH, rail not at our brethren of the North, 
Albeit Samaria finds her likeness there ; 
A self-formed Priesthood, and the Church cast forth 
To the chill mountain air. 

What though their fathers sinned, and lost the grace 

Which seals the Holy Apostolic Line ? 
Christ's love o'erflows the bounds His Prophets trace 
In His revealed design. 

Israel had Seers ; to them the Word is nigh; 

Shall not that Word run forth, and gladness give 
To many a Shunammite, till in His eye 
The full Seven-thousand live ? 


EcIiQioii0 &tatC0* 



fehu destroyed Baal out of Israel. Hozubeit from the sins of 
feroboam Jehu departed not from after them, to luit, the golden 
calves that were in Bethel, and that ivere in Dan. 

YE cannot halve the gospel of God's grace ; 
Men of presumptuous heart ! I know you well. 
Ye are of those who plan that we should dwell, 
Each in his tranquil home and holy place : 
Seeing the Word refines all natures rude, 
And tames the stirrings of the multitude. 

And ye have caught some echoes of its lore, 
As heralded amid the joyous choirs ; 
Ye heard it speak of peace, chastised desires, 
Good-will and mercy, — and ye heard no more : 
But, as for zeal and quick-eyed sanctity, 
And the dread depths of grace, ye pass them by. 

And so ye halve the Truth ; for ye in heart, 
At best are doubters whether it be true — 

iReitfliuujs fttate** 145 

The theme discarding, as unmeet for you, 
Statesmen or sages. O nevv-ventured art 
Of the ancient Foe !— but vvhat if it extends 
0'er our ovvn camp, and rules amid our friends ? 




FRAN CE ! I will think of thee, as what thou wast, 
When Poictiers shovved her zeal for the true 
creed ; 
Or in that age, when holy truth, though cast 

On a rank soil, yet was a thriving seed 
Thyschoolsvvithin,from neighbour countries chased. 

E'en of thy pagan day I bear to read, 
Thy Martyrs sanctified the guilty host, 
The sons of blessed John, reared on a western coast. 

I dare not think of thee as what thou art, 

Lest thoughts too deep for man should trouble me. 

It is not safe to place the miiid and hcart 
On brink of evil, or its flames to see ; 

146 RfliQious $tatcs< 

Lest they should dizzy, or some taint impart, 

Or to our sin a fascination be. 

And so by silence I will now proclaim 

Hate of thy present self, and scarce will sound thy 





ONCE cast with men of language strange 
And foreign-moulded creed, 
I marked their random converse change, 
And sacred themes succeed. 

O how I coveted the gift 

To thread their mingled throng 

Of sounds, then high my witness lift ! 
But weakness chained my tongue. 

Lord ! has our dearth of faith and prayer 
Lost us this power once given ; 

Or is it sent at seasons rare, 
And then flits back to Heaven ? 

fHot&er anu eTf^iltJ* 147 

9?otljcr anti Cljiltu 



Whtn my father a?id my mother forsake me, the Lord taketh 

me up. 


OTHER : and hast thou left thy child 
With winds unpitying in the wild, 
Stretching his feeble arms from far, 
Where coldly sets the Western star ; x 

And is thy fostering bosom dry ? 

My Child ! upon me is a chain, 
'Mid those who have our Master slain ; 
And signs I see of coming war, 
Tempestuously it broods afar, — 
The night in silence driveth by. 

1 Canada. 


f£otf)Cr anti tfjrfl*. 

Mother ! \vhate'er betide thee, save 
The Robe and Arms He dying gave ; 
That, thee to keep, a sheltering charm, — 
And these, thy foes from their own harm ; 
O watch them wisely, warily ! 

My Chiid ! I hold them still, but they 
Would those immortal Arms essay, 
And rend my sheltering Robe in twain ; 
But aye with me shall they remain, — 
With them I live, with them I die ! 

Mother ! ? tis late, with fear I cope, 
And from my dangers gather hope : 
The world grows sere, and I my bed 
Have made of leaves around me shed, 

Till come the Dav-spri ng from on high, 

My Child ! whate'er shall me betide, 
An AngeFs face is at thy sidc ; 
He, who amid the Arabian wild 
Did with the mothcr save the child, 

Doth o'er thee lean, and hear thy cry. 

Mother ! some Hand, through sky, o'er sea^ 
Leads wandering birds protectingly, 
'Mid floating piles, and ocean dark ; 
That Hand will guide thy homeless bark — 
Then leave them to their enmity. 

My Child ! shall mine forsaken be, 
That I may feed thy flock with thee ? 
Yet know, ere they shall me bereave 
Of mine own Arms — yea, though I grieve, 
Unto thine icy hills I fly. 

Mother ! our sun hath gone to rest, 
But left behind a gleaming vest ; 
It lies the western sky along, 
And round me comes a starry throng, 

From out our Father's house on high. 

My Child ! as darker grows the night, 
Good Angels thus shall o'er thee light ; 
And Memory, true to Him that's gone, 
Shall take his torch and lead thce on, 
A moon unfelt, but calm and nigh. 


150 Zi)t gncel of tf)Z Cfuircfj* 

^TIje anjyel of tlje Cljurclj* 



WHY is our glorious Angel seen to mourn, 
With earth-bent brovv forlorn ? 
Why hangs the cold tear on his cheeks ? 

Ah me ! his silence speaks ; 
It is the Spoiler's parricidal hand, 

And the apostate land, 
Which would herself God's candlcstick displace, 
And put aside her cup of grace : 
llence, darkly gleaming through the nightly grove, 
Bovved dovvn in pitying love, 
Thou hearest all alone 
The short precursive moan, 
When in their mountain lair th' avvakcning thunders 

tl&e ^ncel of fyz 8$ittt$« 151 


" Not for the Spoiler's parricidal hand, 

Nor the apostate land, 
That I am darkly seen to mourn, 

With earth-bent brow forlorn ; 
But that the widowed Church, in hour of pride, 

Her sackcloth laid aside, 
Slumbering in Canaan's camp, and wakes to 

Her ancient strength and glory shorn. 
Where are thy weekly fasts ? Thy vigils where ? 

Therefore each wandering air 

Comes o'er thee desolate ; 

And ere it reach Heaven's gate, 
Blows frustrate o'er the earth thy feeble-hearted 

The flood-gates on me open wide, 
And headlong rushes in the turbulent tide 
Of lusts and heresies ! a motley troop they come ; 
And old imperial Rome 
Looks up and lifts again half-dead 
Her seven-horned head ; 

152 ®;e 3nccl of tf?e £Jnirci). 

,And Schism and Superstition, near nnd far, 
Blend in one pestilent star, 
And shake their horrid locks against the Saints to 

" Not for the flood-gates opcning wide, 
I fear, nor for the turbulent rushing tide ; 
But for the Church, so loth at her mysterious board 
To see her present Lord. 
Therefore, around thine Altars deep 

The Angels bow and weep ; 
Or oh, in strength of Heaven's ennobling might, 
How should we see the light ! 
And one a thousand chase, ten thousand turn to 
flight !" 

Again I hear thy plaintive tale 

In the autumnal gale ; 
But since thou passedst through the fires, 
With our okl martyr Sires, 
Thou seenVst as one escaped the flame, 
But looking back for something left behind, — 

T&\)Z ^ncel of tf?e dTf)urc|)* 153 

The unsbackled high resolve, the holler aim, 
Single-eyed faith in loyalty resigned, 

And heart-deep prayers of earlier years. 
And since that popular billow o'er thee past, 
Which thine ovvn Ken from out the vineyard cast, 
Now, e'en far more 
Than then of yore, 
An altered mien thy holy aspect wears. 
And oft thy half-averted brow 
Doth seem in act to go, 
With half out-spreading wings, 
And foot that heavenward springs ; 
Therefore to thee I draw, by fear made bold, 
And strive with suppliant hand thy mantle skirts to 

u Can they who flock to Freedorns shrine, 

Themselves to me resign ? 
There lift the Heaven defying brow, 
And here in meekness bow ? 

There to put on the soul aggrieved, 
And attitude their high deserts to claim ; 

154 ®&* 3ngel of tf?e <2Tf)urcf?* 

Here kneel from their deserts to be relieved, 
Claim nothing but the Cross, and their own 
shame ? 
And now, behold and see 
In holy place the abomination stands, 
Whose breath hath desolated Christian lands, 
In semblance fair, 
And saint-like air, 
The Antichrist of heathen liberty ! 
E'en on Religion's hallowed ground, 
He hath his altar found ; 
And now ere winter's net 
Is o'er thy pathway set, 
Haste and arise, to Judah's mountain rlee, 
And drink the untainted fount of pure Antiquity." 


Hct U0 Depart Jjence* 155 

%tt u0 Depart Ijence* 1 



1S there no sound about our Altars heard 
Of gliding forms that long have watched in vain 
For slumbering discipline to break her chain, 
And aim the bolt by Theodosius feared ? 
" Let us depart ; M — these English souls are seared, 
Who for one grasp of perishable gold 
Would brave the curse by holy men of old 
Laid on the robbers of the shrines they reared : 
W T ho shout for joy to see the ruffian band 

1 Mira/Sx/y^fv IvrevOtv. Among the portents which took 
place before the taking of Jerusalem by the Romans, the following 
is mentioned by Josephus : " During the Festival which is called 
Pentecost, the Priests, by night, having come into the inner 
temple to perform their services, as was their custom, they reported 
that they perceived, first a motion, a noise, and then they heard 
as it were a great crowd, saying, Let us depart hcnce."— Vide 
DisJwp Neivton o?i the Prophecies, vol. ii. Dissert. 18. 

156 Het U0 Ticpart fKnce. 

Come to reform, where ne'er tbey came to pray, 
E'en where, unbidden, Seraphs never trod. 
Let us depart, and leave the apostate land 
To meet the rising whirlwind as she may, 
Without her guardian Angels and her God. 



" HEEK we some realm where virgin souls may 
vj pray 

In faith untarnished by the sophist's scorn, 
And duly raise on each diviner morn 
The Psalm that gathers in one glorious lay 
All chants that e'er from heaven to earth found way : 
Majestic march ! as meet to guide and time 
Man's wandering path in life's ungenial clime, 
As Aaron's trump for the dread Ark's array. 
Crecd of the Saints, and Anthem of thc Blcst, 
And calm-breathcd warning of the kindlicst love 
That ever heaved a wakeful mother's breast, 
(True love is bold, and gravcly darcs rcprove,) 

iiet U0 tjepart rjcnce* 157 

Who knows but myriads owe their endless rest 
To thy recalling, tcmpted else to rove ? }} 



" \ ND they who grudge the Omnipotent His 

A praise, 

What wonder if they grudge the dead his hope ? 

The irreverent restless eye finds room and scope, 
E'en by the grave, to wrangle, pry, and gaze. 
Heaven in its mercy hides, but man displays ; 

Heaven throws a gleam, where they would darken 

A shade, where they, forgetting worm and pall, 
Sing triumph : they excite, but Heaven allays. 
Alas, for England's mourners, if denied 
The soothing tones of Hope, though faint and low, 
Or swoln up high, with partial tearless pride ! 
Better in silence hide their dead, and go, 
Than sing a hopeless dirge, or coldly chide 
The faith that ovvns release from earthly woe." 



Het U0 fcrpart i?ence» 




UT Faith is cold, and wilful men are strong, 
And the blithe world, with bells and harness 
Rides tinkling by, so musical and loud, 
It drowns the Eternal Word, the Angelic Song : 
And one by one the weary listless throng 

Steals out of Church, and leaves the choir unseen 
Of winged Guards to weep, where prayer had 
That souls immortal find that hour too long. 
Most fatal token of a falling age ! 
Wit ever busy, Learning ever new, 
Unsleeping Fancy, Eloquence untired ; — 
Prayer only dull ! The Saints' and Martyrs' page 
A tedious scroll ; the scorned and faithful few 
Left to bewail such bcauty undesired." 


Het U0 nepart iKnce* 159 



SONS of our Mother ! such the indignant strain 
Might haply strike, this hour, a pastor's ear, 
Purged to discern, for once, the aerial train 

Of heavenly sentinels yet lingering here ; 

And what if, blending with the chant austere, 
A soft inviting note attune the close ; 

" We go ; — but faithful hearts will find us near, 

Who cling beside their Mother in her woes, 
Who love the rites that erst their fathers loved, 
Nor tire of David's hymn, and Jesus' Prayer — 
Their quiet altars, wheresoe'er removed, 
Shall clear with incense sweet the unholy air ; 
In persecution safe, in scorn approved, 
Angels, and He who rules them, will be there." 







Many shall ruti to andfro, and knowledge sJuill be increased. 

THERE is one only Bond in the wide earth 
Of lawful use to join the earth in one ; 
But in these weary times, the rcstless run 
E'en to its distant verge, and so give birth 
To other friendships, and joint-works to bind 
Their hearts to the unclean whom there they find. 

And so is cast upon the face of things 
A many webs to fetter down the Truth ; 
While the vexed Church, which gave in her fair 

Prime pattern of the might which order bi ings, 

But dimly signals to her distant seed, 

There strongest found, whcre darkest in hcr crecd* 

eraptitoitp* 161 

O shame ! that Christian joins with Infidel 
In learned search and curious-seeming art ! 
Burn we our books, if Chrisr/s we be in heart, 

Sooner than heaven should court the praise of hell ! 

Self-flattering age ! to whom shall I not seem 

Pained with hot thoughts, the preacher of a dream ? 




I have a few things agahist thee, bccause thou sufferest that 
ivoma?i Jezebel, which calleth herself a prophetess, to teach and 
to seduce My servants to commit fornication, aud to eat things 
sacrificed unto idols. 

WEEP, Mother mine, and veil thine eyes with 
shame ! 
What was thy sin of old, 
That men now give thy awful-sounding name 
To the false prophet's fold ? 
Whose fiock thy crosier claim. 

Sure thou hast practised in the tongues unclean 

Which Babel-masters teach ; 



Slighting the Paraclete's true flame serene, 
The inimitative speech, 
Which throned thee the worlcTs queen. 

But, should earth-dust, from court or school of men 

Have dimmed thy bridal gear, 
When Wrath next walks his rounds, and in Heaven's 

Thy charge and works appear 

Ah ! thou must SUFFER then ! 




My soul is among lions ; and I lie evett atnong the children of 
men that are set onjire, zvhose teeth are s/ears and arrozvs, and 
their tongne a shar/> sivord. 

HO W long, O Lord of grace, 
Must languish Thy true race, 
In a forced friendship linked with Belial here ; 
With Mammon's brand of care, 
And Baal pleading fair, 
And the dog-breed who at Thy Temple jeer ? 

eTaptibitp* 163 

How long, O Lord, how long 

Shall Caesar do us wrong, 
Laid but as steps to throne his mortal power ? 

While e'en our Angels stand 

With helpless voice and hand, 
Scorned by proud Haman, in his triumph-hour. 

'Tis said our seers discern 

The destined bickerings stern, 
In the dim distance, of Thy fiery train. 

O nerve us in that woe ! 

For, where Thy wheels shall go, 
We must be tried, the while Thy foes are slain. 




I ivill give power u?ito My tiuo ivitnesses, and they shall 


OW shall a child of God fulfil 

His vow to cleanse his soul from ill, 



And raise on high his baptism-light, 
Like Aaron's seed in ritual white, 
And holy tempered Nazarite? 

First let him shun the haunts of vice, 
Sin-feast, or heathen sacrifice ; 
Fearing the board of wealthy pride, 
Or heretic, self-trusting guide, 
Or where the adulterer's smiles preside. 

Next, as he threads the maze of men, 
Aye must he lift his witness, when 
A sin is spoke in Heaven's dread face, 
And none at hand of higher grace 
The Cross to carry in his place. 

But if he hears and sits him still, 
First he will lose his hate of ill ; 
Next, fear of sinning, after hate ; 
Small sins his heart then desecrate, 
And last, despair persuades to grcat. 

3(eremtaf), 165 



Thonfallest azuay to tlie Chaldeans. 

THEY say, u The man is false, and falls away : " 
Yet sighs my soul in secret for their pride ; 
Tears are mine hourly food, and night and day 
I plead for them, and may not be denied. 

They say, " His words unnerve the warrior's hand, 
And dim the statesman's eye, and disunite 

The friends of Israel ;" yet, in every land, 

My words, to Faith, are Peace and Hope and 

They say, "The frenzied one is fain to see 

Glooms of his own ; and gathering storms afar ;--- 

166 3[eremia{n 

But dungeons deep, and fetters strong have \ve." 
Alas ! heaven's lightning would ye chain and bar ? 

Ye scorners of th' Eternal ! wait one hour ; 
In His seer's weakness ye shall see His power. 



1 have set thee this day over the nations, and over the kingdoms. 

"HPHE Lord hath set me o'er the kings of earth, 
1 To fasten and uproot, to build and mar ; 
Not by mine own fond will : else never war 
Had stilled in Anathoth the voice of mirth, 
Nor from my native tribe swept bower and hearth : 
Ne'er had the light of Judah's royal star 
Failed in mid-heaven, nor trampling steed and car 
Ceased from the courts that saw Josiah's birth. 
'Tis not in me to give or take away, 
But He who guides the thunder-peals on high, 

3[eremiafc* 167 

He tunes my voice, the tones of His deep sway 
Faintly to echo in the nether sky. 
Therefore I bid earth's glories set or shine, 
And it is so ; my words are sacraments divine." 




This man is worthy to die ; for he hath profihesied against 
this city. 

" \T ® J ^ °^ mme t0 my i te tne thunder down, 
1\ No pride, the uprising whirlwind to survey, 

How gradual from the north, with hideous frown, 
It veers in silence round the horizon grey, 
And one by one sweeps the bright isles away, 

Where fondly gazed the men of worldly peace, 
Dreaming fair weather would outlast their day. 

Now the big storm-drops fall, their dream must 
cease — 

They know it well, and fain their ire would wreak 
On the dread arm that wields the bolt ; but He 



Is out of reach, therefore on me they turn ; — 
On me, that am but voice, fading and weak, 

A withered lcaf inscribed with Heaven's decree, 
And blown where haply some in fear may learn." 




I satd, I ivill not make mention of him. . . . I>ut His word 
in mine heart as a bumingfire. 

" OAD privilege is mine, to show 
O What hour, which way, the bitter streams 

will flow. 
Oft have I said, ' Enough — no more 
To uncharmed ears th' unearthly strain I pour ! ' 

But the dread word its way woukl win, 
Even as a burning fire my bones within, 

And I was forced to tcll aloud 
My tale of warning to the reckless proud." 
Awful warning ! yet in love 

Breathed on each believing ear, 

3fcremiafn iGg 

How Heavcn in wrath would seem to move 
The landmarks of a thousand year, 
And from the tablets of th' eternal sky 
The covenant oath erase of God most high. 
That hour full timely was the leaf unrolled, 
Which to the man beloved the years of bondage 
And till his people's chain should be outworn, 
Assigned him for his lot times past and times 




O ye remnant ofjudah, go ye not i?ito Egypt. 

" C\ SWEETLY timed, as e'er was gentle hand 
\J Of mother prest on weeping infant's brow, 
Is every sign that to His fallen land 

Th' Almighty sends by prophet mourners now. 
The glory from the ark is gone, — 
The mystic cuirass gleams no more, 




In answer from the Holy One, — 
Low lies the temple, wondrous store 

Of mercies sealed with blood each eve and morn ; 

Yet heaven hath tokens for faith's eye forlorn. 

" Heaven by my mouth was fain to stay 

The pride that, in our evil day, 
Would fain have struggled in Chaldea's chain : 
Nay, kiss the rod : th' Avenger needs must reign : 
And now, though every shrine is still, 
Speaks out by me the unchanging will ; 
1 Seek not to Egypt ; there the curse will come ; 
But, till the woe be past, round Canaan roam, 
And meekly bide your hour beside your ruined 



NOW is the Autumn of the Tree of Life ; 
Its leaves are shed upon the unthankful 
Which lets them whirl, a prey to the winds' strife, 
Heartless to store them for the months of dearth, 
Men close the door, and dress the cheerful hearth, 
Self-trusting still ; and in his comely gear 
Of precept and of rite, a household Baal rear. 

But I will out amid the sleet, and view 

Each shrivelling stalk and silent-falling leaf ; 

Truth after truth, of choicest scent and hue, 
Fades, and in fading stirs the Angels' grief, 
Unanswered here ; for she, once pattern chief 

Of faith, my Country, now gross-hearted grown, 

Waits but to burn the stem before her idol's throne. 


172 JProfancnesfl» 



THOU chosen Judge of IsraeFs race, 
Grown grey in holy toil, 
Whose lips are truth's own dwelling-place, 

Whose hands no bribe can soil, 
And is it thus the tribes of God 
Spurn thy meek rule and gifted rod ? 

Yet where are Dathan's cursed crew ? 

And where Abiram's seed ? 
Must Heaven its fires of wrath renew ? 

Must earth repeat her deed, 
And from thc nations sweep away, 
Who scorn the Prophet's gentle sway ? 

But no — the flames of holy zeal 

Sad pity's tears assuage ; 
Over his kindling eyes there steal 

Tears fur God's hcritagc. 

I13rofancnc00* 173 

While for the rebel tribes flows forth 
The prayer that stems Jehovah's wrath. 

O Mother of our sinful land, 

By kings and saints of yore 
Called to Britannia's savage strand 

From Syria's distant shore, 
And do thy wayward children rage 
'Gainst the meek sceptre of thine age ? 

And must each shrine of simple state, 

In purer days devote 
To holy names yet consecrate, 

Where holy voices float, 
In dust beneath their feet be trod 
Who make the people's voice a god ? 

Then be it ; — of thy sons the while 

Be but the love more warm, 
Nor theirs to court the people's smile, 

Nor to the age conform. 
So for our land their prayers may rise, 
And God accept when men despise. 






Quicscere faciamus omnes diesfestos Dei d terra. 

WHEN first earth's rulers welcomed home 
The Church, their zeal impressed 
Upon the seasons, as they come, 
The image of their guest. 

Men's words and works, their hopes and fears, 

Henceforth forbid to rove, 
Paused, when a Martyr claimed her tears, 

Or Saint inspired her love. 

But craving wealth, and feverish power, 

Such service now discard : 
The loss of one excited hour 

A sacrifice too hard ! 

And e'en about the holiest day, 
God's own in every timc, 

IProtaneness* 175 

They doubt and search, lest aught should stay 
The cataract of crime. 

Where shall this cease ; must Crosiers fall, 

Shrines suffer touch profane, 
Till, cast without His vineyard wall, 

The Heaven-sent Heir is slain? 




CHRISTS Church was holiest in her youthful 
Ere the world on her smiled; 
So now, an outcast, she would pour her rays 

More keen and undefiled; 
Yet would I not that hand of force were mine, 
Which thrusts her from her awful ancient shrine. 

'Twas duty bound each convert-king to rear 
His Mother from the dust, 

176 IProfaneac^ja* 

And pious was it to enrich, nor fear 
Christ for the rest to trust ; 
But who shall dare make common or unclcan 
What once has on the Holy Altar becn ? 

Dear Brothers ! — hence, while ye for ill prcpare 

Triumph is still your own ; 
Blest is a pilgrim Church ! — yet shrink to share 

The curse of breaking down. 
So will we toil in our old place to stand, 
Still calmly looking for the spoiler's hand. 


M»3 Xtvli T\.oLfx,a.ptvxv' ccX.vy^to; yccp a.uavaiv. 

THE ark of God has hiddcn strength ; 
Who reverence or profane, 
They, or thcir sccd, shall find at length 
The penalty or gain. 

lProfaneite£0* 177 

While as a sojourner it sought 

Of old its destined place, 
A blessing on the home it brought 

Of one who did it grace. 

But there was one, outstripping all 

The holy-vestured band, 
Who laid on it, to save its fall, 

A rude corrective hand. 

Read, who the Church would cleanse, and mark 

How stern the warning runs : 
There are two ways to aid her ark, 

As patrons and as sons. 


T 7 8 




The Poivers tJiat be are ordaincd o/God. 

YES, mark the words, deem not that saints alone 
Are Heaven's true servants, and His laws 
Who rules o'er just and wicked. He from ill 
Culls good, He moulds the Egyptian's heart of stone 
To do Him honour, and e'en Nero's l throne 
Claims as His ordinance ; before Him still 
Pride bows unconscious, and the rebel will 
Most does His bidding, following most its own. 

Then grieve not at their high and palmy state, 
Those proud bad men, whose unrelenting sway 
Has shattered holiest things, and led astray 

Christ's little ones : they are but tools of Fate, 
Duped rebels, doomed to serve a POWER they 
To earn a traitor's guerdon, yet obey. 


1 Rom. .\iii. i-S. 

€>acrile<je» 179 




I have heard of Thee by the hearing of the ear, fait now mine eye 
seeth Thee. — Job xlii. 5. 


TWAS on the day ■ vvhen England's Church of 

Hailed the New year — a day to angels known, 
Since holy Gabriel to meek Mary bore 

The presence-token of th' Incarnate Son — 

Up a low vale a shepherd strayed alone ; 
Slow was his step and lowly bent his eye, 

Save when at times a thought of tasks undone 
His vvakened wincing memory stung too nigh : 
Then startled into speed, else wandering wearily. 

1 The above was written March 25, 1833, whilst the Irish 
Church Bill was in pro^rcsi. 

i8o €>acrilefie< 

A shepherd he, but not of lambs and ewes, 

But of that flock redeemed with precious Blood ; 

Thoughtless too oft, now deeply seen to muse 
0'er the cold lea and by the rushing flood, 
And where the pathway skirts the leafless wood, 

And the heaped snow, in mockery of the spring, 
Lies mantling primrose flower and cowslip bud, 

And scared birds forget to build and sing, 

So rudely the cold North has brushed each tender 

These Easter snows, of evil do they bode ? 

Of Faith's fair blossoms withering ere their prime ; 
And of a glorious Church that early glowed 

Bright as yon Crown of Stars in cold clear time, 

That never sets, Pride of our arctic clime, 
Nowdeeplyplunged where tempestsdriveandswcep, 

Wavering and flickering, while rudc gusts of Crimc 
Rush here and there across th' ethercal deep, 
And scarce one golden Islc her station sccms to 

^acrilece* j8i 

Nay — 'tis our human eyes, our airs of earth, 

That waver ; yet on high th' unquenched stars 
Blaze as they blazed, and in their might go forth : 

The spouse of Heaven nor crime norrapinemars. 

But the MOST High permits these earthly jars, 
That souls yet hearing only, may awake 

And see Him near, and feel and own the bars 
'Twixt them and Him. O be Thou near to make 
The worldly dream dissolve, the seared conscience 
ache ! 

But chiefly theirs who at Thine Altar serve, 

And for the souls elect Thy life-blood pour ; 
O grief and shame, when aged Pastors swerve 

To the base world or wild schismatic lore. 

Alas ! too lightly by Thine open door 
They had been listening ; not within the shrine 

Kneeling in Christian calmness to adore, 
Else had they held untired by Thee and Thine : 
Nor gain nor fancy then had lured them from Thy 



Lord of a world in years, a Church decayed, 
If from Thy whirlwind answering, as of old, 

Thou with the vile wilt plead, till we have laid 
Our hand upon our mouth, and truly told 
Our tale of contrite Faith — (O not too bold 

The prayer) — then welcome, whirlwind, anger, woe, 
Welcome the flash that wakes the slumbering fold 

Th J Almighty Pastor's arm and eye to know, 

And turn their dreamy talk to holy Fear's stern glow. 




Rut ye say, Whercin have ive robbed Thee? In tithcs and 
offcrings. Ye are cursed with a curse ; /or ye have robbed Me, 
even this whote nation. 

HEARD yc? the uncrring Judge is at the door ! 
The curse of GOD is on thee, hapless Age, 
Binding thy brows with dcadly sacrilege ; 
Heaven's blight hath passed o^cr thce ! Talk no 
morc : 

&acriICGe* 183 

Your talking must the rising sea outroar, 
Your schemes with God's own whirlwind must 

Hand joined in hand with nature w r ar must wage, 
Your thoughts of good are toiling for a shore 
Against the full Monsoon. O teeming brood 
Of hollow counsels impotent to good ! 
O full-sailed bark ! God's Curse thy bearing wind, 
And Sacrilege thy freight. Strange pregnant scene, 
While boldness mocks at judgment, and behind 
Rises an Awful Form ! May I be clean ! 


184 JuDcment* 




And Lot went out, and sf>ake unto Jiis sons-iu-/a?i\ thit 
married his daugliters, and said, Up ! get you out of tJiis place ; 
for the Lord zvill destroy this city. But Ite seemed as oue that 
mocked unto his sous-iu-Zaw. 

" OUNK not the sun bchind yon dusky hill, 
O Glorious as hc was wont ? The starry sky, 
Spread o'er the earth in quiet majesty, 
Discern'st thou in its clear deep aught of ill ? 
Or in this lower world, so fair and still, 

Its palaces and temples towering high ; 

Or whcre old Jordan, gliding calmly by, 
Pours o'cr thc misty plain his mantlc chill ? 

Dote not of fear, old man, where all is joy, 
And heavcn and carth thy augury disown ; 

Jutiument* 185 

And Time's eternal course rolls smoothly on, 
Fraught with fresh blessings as day follows day. 
The All-bounteous hath not given to take away ; 
The All-wise hath not created to destroy." 




When they shall say, Peace and safety, then sudden destmction 
cometh upon them. 

WHEN mirth is full and free, 
Some sudden gloom shall be ; 
When haughty power mounts high, 
The watcher's axe is nigh : 
All growth has bound : when greatest found, 
It hastes to die. 

When the rich town, that long 
Has lain its huts among, 
Builds court and palace vast, 
And vaunts — it shall not last ! 

i86 3!uTiBmcnt* 

Bright tints that shine are but a sign 
Of summer past. 

And when thine eye surveys, 
With fond adoring gaze, 
And yearning heart, thy friend, — 
Love to its grave doth tend. 
All gifts below, save Truth, but grow 
Towards an end. 




As it ivas in thc days of Lot, so shall it be also in the days of tJw 
Son of Man. 

THE world has cycles in its course, when all 
That once has been, is actcd o'cr again : 
Not by some fated law, which nccd appal 

Our faith, or binds our decds as with a chain ; 
But by mcn's scparate sins, which blcndcd still 
The samc bad round fullil. 

3(utiameitt* j87 

Then fear ye not, though Gallio's scorn ye see, 

And soft-clad noblescount you mad,true hearts ! 
These are the fig-tree's signs ; rough deeds must be, 
Trials and crimes ; so learn ye well your parts : 
Once more to plough the earth it is decreed, 
And scatter wide the seed. 


188 £raDe* 





IGH on the stately wall, 
The spear of Arvad hung ; 
Through corridor and hall 

Gemaddin's war-note rung. 
Where are they now ? the note is o'er ; 
Yes, for a thousand years and more 
Five fathom deep beneath the sea 
Those halls have lain all silently ; 
Nought listing save the mermaids' song, 
While rude sea-monslers roam thc corridors along. 

Far from the wandering East 

Tubal and Javan came, 
And Araby the blest, 

And Kedar, mighty name. 

Novv on that shore, a lonely guest, 
Some dripping fisherman may rest, 
Watching on rock or naked stone 
His dark net spread before the sun, 
Unconscious of the dooming lay, 
That broods o'er that dull spot, and there shall brood 
for aye. 



TYRE of the West, and glorying in the name 
More than in Faith's pure fame ! 
O trust not crafty fort nor rock renowned 

Earned upon hostile ground ; 
Wielding Trade's master-keys, at thy proud will 
To lock or loose its waters, England ! trust not still. 

Dread thine own power ! since haughty BabeFs 
High towers have been~man's crime. 



Since her hoar age, when the huge moat lay bare, 

Strongholds have been man's snare. 
Thy nest is in the crags ; ah ! refuge frail ! 
Mad counsel in its hour, or traitorswill prevail. 

He who scanned Sodom for His righteous mcn, 

Still spares thee for thy ten ; 
But should vain hands defile the temple wall, 

More than His Church will fall : 
For, as Earth's kings welcome their spotless guest, 
So gives He them by turn, to suffer or be blest. 




Becanse that Tyrus hath said against Jerusalcvt, Ahal she is 
broken that was the gates of the pcople ; she is turucd unto vte ; 
/ shall be replenishcd, uoiu she is laid wastc ; There/orc thus 
saith the Lord Gon ; Bchold, I aui against thec, O Tyrus. 


YRE of the farther West ! be thou too warned, 
Whose eagle wings thinc own grcen world 

Touchingtwo Oceans : wherefore hast thou scorned 
Thy fathers' God, O proud and full of bread ? 

Why lies the Cross unhonoured on thy ground, 
While in mid air thy stars and arrows flaunt ? 

That sheaf of darts, will it not fall unbound, 
Except, disrobed of thy vain earthly vaunt, 
Thou bring it to be blessed where Saints and 
Amrels haunt ? 

The holy seed, by Heaven's peculiar grace, 
Is rooted here and there in thy dark woods ; 

But many a rank weed round it grows apace, 
And Mammon builds beside thy mighty floods, 

0'ertopping Nature, braving Nature's God. 
O while thou yet hast room, fair fruitful land, 

Ere war and want have stained thy virgin sod, 
Mark thee a place on high, a glorious stand, 
Whence Truth her sign may make o'er forest, 
lake, and strand. 

Eastward, this hour, perchance thou turn'st thine 
LisLening if haply with the surging sea, 

Blend sounds of Ruin from a land once dear 
To thee and Heaven. O trying hour for thee ! 

Tyre mocked when Salem fell : vvhere now is Tyre ? 
Heaven was against her. Nations thick as vvaves 

Burst o'er her walls, to Ocean doomed and fire : 
And now the tideless water idly laves 
Her towers, and lone sands heap her crowned 
merchants' graves. 


Z\)Z 9ee. 193 

^Tlje 8l$z. 


" qpRUTH ! What is truth ? Shall IsraePs king 

1 or state 
Bow down, in Salem's costly shrine, to Him 
Therein enthroned between the Cherubim, 
Because the Lord is God ? Nay, we but kneel 
Before the Ark, by yonder vail concealed, 
Because that solemn Ark to consecrate 
The people chose. Now, if that people's voice, 
With altered tones, in idol hymns rejoice, 
Lo ! we obey the mandate. Raise the cry — 
O Baal, hear us ! To the host on high 
Pour the drink offering ! Moloch's burning throne, 
Or Egypts monsters, IsraeFs state shall own, 
If IsraeFs tribes such deities demand. 
Truth ! What is truth ? Shall Levi dare to brand 


i 9 4 

Zljz 3gc* 

As false thc crced thc Gentile deems divine, 

Or point to miracle, or mystic sign 

Wrought, as he dreams, to prove the truth of yore ? 

Perish the thought : \ve hecd such dreams no more ; 

Let Levi, let his brethren, learn that now 

Kings to their peoplc's gods— to them alone — will 





M 1 JARK ! Baal's praise resounds from countless 

1 1 choirs — 

See gladdening nations hail his festal day — 
While round the Lord's high shrine, the Levites 

Some sevcn poor thousands with Elijah stay. 
Then say, can thcy require, that scanty band, 
Nay, can thcir puny sect presume to hold, 
The wealth by monarchs erst, with lavish hand, 
Down on Moriah's favoured altars told ? 
What kings havc given, kings again may claim. 

Zhz 3ce* 195 

Then onward ! To the Temple ! In the name 
Of David's line, of Judah's kingly throne, 
Tear down th' inlaying gold of Solomon. 
Nor view, ye timid few, our course with fear — 
We reverence, reared, the shrine we would not rear, 
And take not all. With thankfulness receive 
That portion of your own we deign to leave ; 
And let the many from your surplus store, 
Mould their own idols. We demand no more. 
Speak ye of rights ? What right, in reason's eye, 
Outweighs the sanction of a nation's nod ? 
Who shall condemn a people ? Who deny 
That people's privilege to choose their God ? n 


GOD of our Israel ! by our favoured sires 
Once known, once honoured ! And is this 
the creed 
Hailed, in their children's councils, with the meed 
Of godless acclamation ; while the fires 

196 Z\)Z %$c. 

Burn low on Thy dread Altar, and around 
Th/ advancing Gentile treads the hallowed ground ? 
Yea, it is thus ; and nerveless rulers hear, 
Unholy triumph kindling in their eyes, 
And catch fresh ardour from each maddening cheer, 
To urge the spoiler toward his glittering prize. 
Yea, worst of all, not BetheFs priest alone, 
Or Bel's adorer swells the plaudit's tone, — 
Thine own apostate worshipper, to Thee, 
Mocking or self-deceived, who bends the knee, 
Dares join the clamour ; dares, though sworn to wait, 
A faithful guard, before Thy vineyard's gate, 
Tear down her fence, and bid the forest boar 
Uproot Thy cherished vine on green Ierne's shore. 



AND where is now the Tishbite? Where is he 
Should wave his master's robe, and call on 
The Lord God of Elijah ? All is o'er. 

%ty 3ge» 197 

And while the Gentile scorns Thine awful frown, 
Th' apostate digs Thy hallowed Altar down, 
We see no sign, we hear no prophet more. 
Nay, Bride of Heaven ! thou art not all bereft, 
Though this world's prince against thy power rebels; 
By thrones, dominions, wealth, and honours left, 
Within thee still the Eternal Spirit dwells, 
Thy pledged possession. Seek nor seer nor sign, 
True Temple of that Habitant Divine ; 
Thy part is simple. Fearless still proclaim 
The Truth to men who loathe her very name. 
Proclaim that He to Paul in glory shown, 
E'en from that glory calls thy wrongs His own. 
And if thy night be dark — if tempests roll 
Dread as the visions of thy boding soul — 
Still, in thy dimness, watch, and fast, and pray ; 
And wait the Bridegroom's call — the burst of open- 
ing day. 


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Who shall go for us ? Aud I said, Ilere avi I : send me. 

DULL thunders moan around the Temple 
And deep in hollow caves, far underneath, 
The lonely vvatchman feels the sullen shock, 

His footsteps timing as the lowvvinds breathe ; 
Hark ! from the shrine is asked, What steadfast 
Dares in the storm go forth ? Who takes th' 
Almighty's part ? 

And vvith a bold gleam flushed, full many a brow 
ls raised to say, " Behold me, Lord, and 

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But ere the words be breathed, some broken vow 

Remembered ties the tongue ; and sadly blend 

With Faith's pure incense, clouds of conscience 


And faltering tones of guilt mar the Confessor's 




IF waiting by the time-crowned halls, 
Which nurtured us for Christ in youth, 
We love to watch on the grey walls 
The lingering gleam of Evangelic Truth ; — 
If to the spoilers of the soul, 
Proudly we show our bannered scroll, 
And bid them our old war-cry hear, 
" God IS my light ; ■ whom need I fear ! " 
How bleak, that hour, across our purpose high, 
Sweeps the chill damping shade of thoughtless 
years gone by ! 

1 " Deus illuminatio mea," is the mctto of the University of 

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Hovv count we then lost eve and morn, 
The bell unwelcomed, prayer unsaid, 

And holy hours and days outworn 
In youth's wild race, Sin's lesson newly read ! 
Then deem we, " ill could Angels brook 
The lore that on our lips we took, 
On lips profane celestial lore :" 
And hardly dare we keep the door, 
Though sentries sworn : the memory thrills so 
How with unready hearts at first we ventured in. 




UT sadder strains, and direr bodings dark, 
Come haunting round th' Almighty's cap- 
tive ark, 
By proud Philistine hosts beset, 
With axe and dagger newly whet 
To hew the holy gold away, 
And seize their portion as tlicy may. 

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Fain would we flx th' unswerving foot, and bare 

The strong right arm to share 
The glorious holy war ; but how undo 
The knot our father tied ? Are we not spoilers 

How for God's altar may that arm be bold, 
Where cleaves the rust of sacrilege of old ? 
Oh, would my country once believe, 
But once her contrite bosom heave, 
And but in wish or vow restore 
But one fair shrine despoiled of yore ! 
How would the windows of th' approving sky 

Shower down the dews on high ! 
Armed Levites then, within the Temple dome, 
Might we the foe *await, nor yet profane God's 

Vain disappointing dream ! but oh ! not vain, 
If haply on the wakening heart remain 
The vow of pure self-sacrihce, 
The conscience yearning to devise 
How God may have His treasure lost, 
And we not serve Him without cost. 


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To such methought, I heard an Angel say, 

. " Offer not all to-day, 
While spoilers keep the shrine : yet offer all, 
Treasurer of God's high cause : half priestly is 
thy call." 




NOR want there Seraph warnings, morn and eve, 
And oft as to the holiest Shrine we bear 
Our pure unbloody gifts, what time our prayer 
In Heaven's sure ward all Christian Kings would 

Why should that prayer be faltering? Wherefore 
With sadness loyal hearts, whcn hallowed air 
That solemn suffrage hcars ! Alas ! our care 
Is not for storms without, but stains that clcave 
Ingrained in memory, wandering thoughts pro- 
fane ; 

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Or worse, proud thoughts of our instructress meek, 
The duteous Church, heaven-prompted to that 
Thus, when high mercy for our King we seek, 

Back on our wincing hearts our prayers are 

By our own sins, worst foes to England's throne. 

And with our own, the offences of our land 
Too well agree to build our burthen high, 
Christ's charter blurred with coarse usurping 

And galled with yoke of feudal tyranny 

The shoulders where the keys of David lie. 

Angel of England ! who might thee withstand ? 

Who for the spoiled and trampled Church deny 
Thy suit in Heaven's high courts, might one 

true band 
Of holy brethren, breathing English air, 
Be found, their Cross in thine array to bear, 

And for their Mother cast Earth's dreams away ? 
Till then, all gaily as our pennons glance, 
And at the trumpet's call the brave heart dance, 

In fear and grief for Church and King we pray. 


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THE flood is round thee, but thy tovvers as yet 
Are safe, and clear as by a summer's sea 
Pierce the calm morning mist, serene and free, 
To point in silence heavenward. There are met 
Thy foster-children ; there in order set 

Their nursing fathers, sworn to Heaven and thee 
(An oath renewed this hour on bended knee,) 
Ne'er to betray their Mother nor forget. — 
Lo ! on the top of each aerial spire 
What seems a star by day, so high and bright 
It quivers from afar in golden light : 
But 'tis a form of earth, though touched with fire 
Celestial, raised in other days to tell 
How, when they tired of prayer, Apostles fell. 






Tfu Lord thy God is a consumingjire. 



WAY, or ere the Lord break forth ! 
The pure ethereal air 
Cannot abide the spark of earth, 
'Twill lighten and not spare." 


" Nay, but we know our call divine, 

We feel our hearts sincere ; 
What boots it where we light our shrine, 

If bright it blaze and clear?" 

God of the unconsuming fire, 

On Horeb seen of old, 
Stay, Jealous One, Thy burning ire . . . . 

It may not be controlled ! 

The Lord breaks out, the unworthy die ; 

Lo ! on the cedar floor 
The robed and mitred corses lie — 

Be silent and adore. 

Yet sure a holy seed were they, 
Pure hands had o'er them past, 

Cuirass and crown, their bright array, 
In Heaven's high mould were cast. 

Th' atoning blood had drenched them o'er, 

The mystic balm had sealed ; 
And may the blood atone no more, 

No charm the anointing yield ? 

Silence, ye brethren of the dead; 

Ye fathers' tears, be still : 
But choose them out a lonely bed, 

Beside the mountain rill. 

Then bear them as they lie, their brows 
Scathed with the avenging fire, 

And wearing (sign of broken vows) 
The blest, the dread attire. 

Nor leave unwept their desert grave, 
But mourn their pride and thine, 

Oft as rebellious thought shall crave 
To question words divine. 



THE fire of Heaven breaks forth, 
When haughty Reason pries too near, 
Weighing th' eternal mandate's worth 
In philosophic scales of earth, 
Selecting these for scorn, and those for holy fear. 

Nor burns it only then : 
The poor that are not poor in heart — 

Who say, " The bread of Christian men, 
We loathe it, o'er and o'er again," — 
The murmurers in the camp, must feel the blazing 

Far from the Lord's tent door, 
And therefore bold to sin, are they : 

" What should we know of Faith's high lore?" 
Oh ! plead not so — there's wrath in store, 
And, tempered to our crimes, the lightnings find 
their way. 





Dathan cuui Abiravi. 

OW long endure this pricstly scorn, 
Ye sons of IsraePs eldest-bom ? 
Shall two, the meanest of their tribc, 
To the Lord's host the way prescribe, 
And fecd our wildering phantasy 

JFtrc* 209 

With every soothing dream and lie 
Their craft can coin ? We see our woe, 
Lost Egypt's plenty well we know : 
But where the milk and honey? — where 
The promised fields and vineyards fair? 
Lo ! wise of heart and keen of sight 
Are these — ye cannot blind them quite — 
Not as our sires are we : we fear not open light." 


" And we too, Levites though we be, 
We love the song of liberty. 
Did we not hear the Mountain Voice 
Proclaim the Lord's impartial choice ? 
The camp is holy, great and small, 
Levites and Danites, one and all ; 
Our God His home in all will make. — 
What if no priestly finger strake 
Or blood or oil o'er robe or brow, 
Will He not hear His people ? s vow ? 
Lord of all Earth, will He no sign 
Grant but to Aaron's haughty line ? 
Our censers are as yours : we dare you to the shrine." 

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Thus spake the proud at prime of morn ; 

Where was their place at eve ? Ye know ; 
Rocks of the wild in sunder torn, 

And altars scathed with fires of woe ! 
Earth heard and sank, and they were gone ; 
Only their dismal parting groan 

The shuddering ear long time will haunt. 
Thus rebels fare : but ye, profane, 
Who dared th' anointing Power disdain 

For freedonVs rude unpriestly vaunt, 
Dire is the fame for you in store : 
Your molten censers evermore 

Th' atoning altar must inlay ; 
Memorial to the kneeling quires 
That Mercy's God hath judgment fires 

For high-voiced Korahs in their day. 




OH ! surely Scorner is his name, 
Who to the Church will errands bring 
From a proud world or impious king, 

And, without fear or shame, 
In mockery own them "men of God," 
0'er whom he gaily shakes the miscreant spoiler's 

But if we be God's own indeed, 
Then is there fire in Heaven, be sure, 
And bolts deep wounding, without cure, 

For the blasphemer's seed ; — 
Winged are they all, and aimed on high, 
Against the hour when Christ shall hear His mar- 
tyr's cry. 

Oh ! tell me not of royal hosts : — 
One hermit, strong in fast and prayer, 

Shall gird his sackcloth on, and scare 

Whate'er the vain earth boasts ; 
And thunder-stricken chiefs return 
To tell their Lord how dire the Church's lightnings 


Jfire. 213 


Our God is a consu)ni?igjire. 



AND dare ye deem God's ire must cease 
In Christ's new realm of peace ? 
'Tis true, beside the scorner's gate 
The Lord long-suffering deigned to wait, 
Nor on the guilty town 
Called the stern fires of old Elijah down : 

A victim, not a judge, He came, 
With His own blood to slake th' avenging flame. 

Now, by those hands so rudely rent 
The bow of Heaven is bent ; 

And ever and anon His darts 
Find out even here the faithless hearts, 
Now gliding silently, 
Novv rushing loud, and blazing broad and high, 

A shower or ere that final storm 
Leave earth a molten ocean without form. 

True Love, all gentle though she be, 

Hath eyes, the wrath to see ; 
Nor may she fail in faith to pray 
For hastening of Redemption's day, 
Though with the triumph come 
Forebodings of the dread unchanging doom : — 
Though with the Saints' pure lambent light 
Fires of more lurid hue mysteriously unite. 


jfire* 215 



DREAD glimpses, even in gospel times, have 
been ; 
Nor was the holy Household mute, 
Nor did she not th' Avenger's march salute 
With somewhat of exulting mien. — 
Angel harps ! of you full well 
That measure stern 
The Church might learn 
When th' apostate Caesar fell ; 
Proud Champion he, and wise beyond the rest, 
His shafts not at the Church, but at her Lord 

What will He do, the Anointed One on high, 
Now that hell-powers and powers of Rome 

Are banded to reverse His foemen^s doom, 
And mar His Sovereign Majesty? 

Secrs in Paradise enshrined ! 
Your glories now 
Must quail and bow 
To th' high-reaching force of mind : 
Vainly o'er Salem rolls your dooming tone — 
Her sons have heard, this hour, a mightier trumpet 

The foes of Christ are gathering, sworn to build 

Where He had sworn to waste and mar ; 
Plummet and line, arms of old Babel's war, 
Are ready round Moriah's field. — 
But the clouds that lightning breathe 
Were ready too ; 
And, bursting through, 
Billows from the wrath beneath 
For Christ and for His Seers so keenly wrought, 
They half subducd to faith the proud man's dying 



BUT louder yet the heavens shall ring, 
And brighter gleam each Seraph's vving, 
When — doomed of old by every Prophet's lyre, 
Theme of the Saints' appealing cry 
While underneath the shrine they lie — 
Proud Babel in her hour sinks in her sea of fire. 

While worldlings from afar bemoan 

The shattered Antichristian throne, 
The golden idol bruised to summer dust — 

" Where are her gems ? — her spices, where ? 

Tower, dome, and arch, so proud and fair — 
Confusion is their name — the name of all earth's 

The while for joy and victory 
Seers and Apostles sing on high, 
Chicf the bright pair who rest in Roman earth : 

218 jFire» 

FalFn Babel well their lays may earn, 
Whose triumph is when souls return, 
Who o'er relenting Pride take part in Angels'mirth. 




THUS evermore the Saints' avenging God, 
With His dread fires hath scathed th' unholy 
ground ; 
Nor want there, waiting round th' uplifted rod, 
W f atchers in heaven and earth aye faithful found. 

God's armies, open-eyed, His aim attend, 

Wondering how oft these warning notes will peal, 

Ere the great trump be blown — the Judge descend : 
Man only wears cold look and heart of steel. 

Age after age, where Antichrist hath reigned, 
Some flame-tipt arrow of the Almighty falls, 

Imperial cities lie in heaps profaned, 
Firc blazcs round apostate council-halls. 

And if the vvorld sin on, yet here and there 

Some proud soul cowers, some scorner learns to 

Some slumberer rouses at the beacon glare, 
And trims his waning lamp, and waits for day. 



Zfyz dBxcfjangc» 

%\z (Ejcljange* 



TJie grass witkereth, the fiower fadetk, but tke Word of our God 
skall staiidfor ever. 


IS sad to watch Time's desolating hand 
Doom noblest things to premature decay; 
The Feudal court, the Patriarchal sway 
Of kings, the cheerful homage of a land 
Unskilled in treason, every social band 
That taught to rule with sweetness, and obey 
With dignity, swept one by one away ; 
While proud Empirics rule in fell command. 
Yet, Christian ! faint not at the sickening sight ; 
Nor vainly strive with that supreme Decree. 
Thou hast a treasurc and an armoury 
Lockcd to thc spoilcr yet : thy shafts are bright : 

Zl)e GEjccf^anee» 221 

Faint not : Heaven'S keys are more than sceptred 

might ; 
Their Guardians more than king or sire to thee. 



Instead of thy fathers thou shalt have children, ivhotn thou 
Diayest viake princes in all lands. 

SAY, who is he in deserts seen, 
Or at the twilight hour ; 
Of garb austere, and dauntless mien, 
Measured in speech, in purpose keen, 
Calm, as in heaven he had been, 
Yet blithe when perils lower ? 

My holy Mother made reply, 

" Dear Child, it is my priest. 
The world has cast me forth, and I 
Dwell with wild earth and gusty sky ; 
He bears to men my mandates high, 

And works my sage behest. 

222 tE&e GBrcbansc* 

Another day, dear Child, and thou 

Shalt join his sacred band. 
Ah ! well I deem, thou shrinkest now 
From urgent rule and severing vow ; 
Gay hopes flit round, and light thy brow ; — 

Time hath a taming hand !" 


Commune EJontiffeum. 223 

Commtme ^onttficttm. 

At even, being the first day of the week, the doors were 
shut where the disciples were assembled for fear of 
THE Jews. 



" \ RE the gates sure? — is every bolt made fast? 

±\ No dangerous whisper wandering through ; 
Dare we breathe calm, and, unalarmed, forecast 

Our calls to suffer or to do?" 
O ye of little faith ! twelve hours ago, 

He whom ye mourn, by power unbound 
The bonds ye fear ; nor sealcd stone below 

Barred Him, nor mailcd guards around. 

The Lord is risen indeed ! His own have seen, 
They who denied, have seen His face, 

224 Commune ©ontificum» 

Weeping and spared. Shall loyal hearts not lean 
Upon His outstretched arm of grace ? 

Shine in your orbs, ye stars of God's new Heaven, 
Or gathered or apart, shine clear ! 

Far, far beneath the opposing mists are driven, 
The Invisible is waiting near. 

Jesus came and stood in the midst, and saith unto them, 
Peace be unto you. And when He had so said, He 
showed them His hands and His side. Then were the 
disciples glad when they saw the Lord. 



IS He not near ?— look up and see : 
Peace on His lips, and in His hands and 
The wounds of love, He stays the trcmbling knee, 
Nerves the frail arm His ark to guide. 
Is He not near? O trust His seal 
Baptismal, yet uncancelled on thy brow ; 

Commune IPontififcuim 225 

Trust the kind love His holy months reveal, 
Oft as His altar hears thy deep heart-searching vow. 

And trust the calm, the joy benign, 
That o'er the obedient breathes in life's still hour, 
When Sunday-lights with summer airs combine, 

And shadows blend from cloud and bower. 

And trust the wrath of Jesus' foes ; 
They feel Him near, and hate His mark on you ; 
O take their word, ye whom He loved and chose ! 
Be joyful in your King ; the rebels own you true. 


Then said Jesus unto them again, Peace be unto you. As 
My Father hath sent Me, so SEND I YOU. 


AND shrink ye still?— He nearer draws, 
And to His mission and His cause 
Welcomes His own with words of grace and 
might : 


226 GTomnum? IPomificurm 

" Peace be to you ! " — their peace who stand 
In sentry with God's swcrd in hand, 
The peace of Christ's loved champions warring in 
His sight. 

" Peace be to you ! " — their peace who feel 
E'en as the Son the Father's seal, 
So they the Son's ; cach in his several sphere 
Gliding, on fearless Angel wing. 
One heart in all, one hope, one KlNG, 
Each an Apostle true, a crowned and robed seer. 

Sent as the Father sent the SON, 
'Tis not for you to swerve, nor shun 
Or power, or peril ; ye must go before : 
If caught in the fierce bloody shower, 
Think on your Lord's o'erwhelming hour — 
Are ye not priests to Him who the world's forfeit 
bore ? 

Throned in His Church till He return, 
Why should ye fear to judge and spurn ' 
This evil world, chained at His feet and yours ? 

1 Viilc Rcv. ii. 26-28, which is also addrcssed to a Christian 

eiommtme JPontificum* 227 

Why with dejected faltering air 
Your rod of more than empire bear ? 
Your brows are royal yet ; God's unction aye 


And having said this, He breathed on them, and saith unto 




Y your Lord's creative breath, 

Breathing Hope and scorn of death ; 
Love untired, on Pardon leaning ; 
Joy, all mercies sweetly gleaning ; 
Zeal, the bolts of heaven to dart ; 
Fragrant Purity of heart ; — 
By the voice ineffable, 
Wakening your mazed thoughts with an Almighty 
spell ; 

By His word, and by His hour 

When the Promise came with power — 

228 eTommune IPontificiim. 

By His Holy Spirit's token, 
By His saintly chain unbrokcn, 
Lengthening, while the world lasts on, 
From His cross unto His throne — 
Guardians of His Virgin Spouse ! 
Know that His might is yours, whose breathing 
sealed your vows. 


Whosesoever sins ye remit, they are remitted unto tiikm ; 
and whosesoever siks ye retain, they arh rbtainbd. 



BEHOLD your armoury ! — sword and lightning 
Culled from the stores of God's all-judging ire, 
And in your wielding left ! The words, that waft 
Powcr to your voice absolving, point with fire 
Your awful curse. O grief! should Hcaven's 
dread Siro, 
Have stayed, for you, thc mercy-dcws of old 

(ZTommttne IPontificurm 229 

Vouchsafed, whcn pastors' arms in deep desire 
Were spread on high to bless the kneeling fold ! 
If Censure sleep, will Absolution hold? 

Will the great Kixg affirm their acts of grace, 
Who careless leave to cankering rust and mould 
The flaming sword that should the unworthy chase 
From His pure Eden? O beware ! lest vain 
Their sentence to remit, who never dare retain* 


230 IPatience* 



tXy.Oi, Xiav, o.tXy i t(x. fTccGoiiv, TctXv.oti Oh/ucm. 


IDE thou thy time ! 
Watch with meek eyes the race of pride 
and crime, 
Sit in the gate, and be the heathen's jest, 

Smiling and self-posscst. 
O thou, to whom is pledged a victor's sway, 
Dide thou the victor's day ! 

Think on the sin 
That reapcd the unripe sccd, and toilcd to win 
Foul history-marks at Bcthel and at Dan, 

No blessing, but a ban ; 

IPatience* 231 

Whilst the wise Shepherd 1 hid his heaven-told fate, 
Nor recked a tyrant's hate. 

Such need is gain : 
Wait the bright Advent that shall loose thy chain ! 
E'en now the shadows break, and gleams divine 

Edge the dim distant line. 
When thrones are trembling, and earth's fat ones 

True Secd ; thou shalt prevail ! 



Can a ivotuan forget her sucking chi/d, that she should not 
have covzf>assion on the son of her tuomb ? Yea, they may Jorget, 
yet ivill I not/orget tJiec. 

WAKE, Mother dear, the foes are near, 
A spoiler claims thy child ; 
This the sole rcfu^ r e of my fcar, 
Thy bosom undefilcd. 

1 David. 

232 JPatience* 

What spells of povver, in this strange hour, 

My Mother's heart enslave? 
Where is thy early bridal dower, 

To suffer and to save ? 

Thee then I sue, Sleepless and True, 

Dread Maker reconciled ! 
Help ere they smite, Thy shrine in vievv, 

The Mother vvith the child. 




He which hath beguu a good ivork in you, ivill perform it until 
tJie day ojjesus Christ. 

WHEREFORE shrink, and say, u, Tis vain ; 
In their hour hell-powers must reign; 
Vainly, vainly vvould vve force 
Fatal Error's torrent course ; 
Earth is mighty, vve are frail, 
Faith is gone, and Hopc must faiL" 

IPatience* 233 

Yet along the Church's sky 
Stars are scattered, pure and high ; 
Yet her wasted gardens bear 
Autumn violets, sweet and rare — 
Relics of a spring-time clear, 
Earnests of a bright nevv year. 

Israel yet hath thousands sealed, 
Who to Baal never kneeled ; 
Seize the banner, spread its fold ! 
Seize it with no faltering hold ! 
Spread its foldings high and fair, 
Let all see the Cross is there ! 

What, if to the trumpet's sound 
Voices few come answering round ? 
Scarce a votary swell the burst, 
When the anthem peals at first ? 
God hath sown, and He will reap ; 
Growth is slow when roots are deep ; 

He will aid the work begun, 
For the love of His dear Son 
He will breathe in their true breath 
Who, serene in prayer and faith, 

2 34 


Would our dying embers fan 
Bright as when their glow began. 



Thou meetest him that rejoiceth and worketh righteousness, those 
that remember Thee in Thy ivays. 

WHY loiterest within Simon's walls, 
Hard by the barren sea, 
Thou Saint ! when many a sinner calls 
To preach and set him free ? 

Can this be he, who erst confessed 

For Christ affection keen, 
Now truant in untimely rest, 

The mood of an Essene ? 

Yet he who at the sixth hour sought 

The lone house-top to pray, 
There gained a sight beyond his thought- 

The dawn of Gentile day. 

IPaticncc* 235 

Thcn reckon not, when perils lower, 

The time of prayer mis-spent ; 

Nor meanest chance, nor place, nor hour, 

Without its heavenward bent. 




Remember my boiuis. 

OCOMRADE bold of toil and pain ! 
Thy trial how severe, 
When severed first by prisoner's chain 
From thy loved labour-sphere. 

Say, did impatience first impel 
The heaven-sent bond to break ? 

Or couldst thou bear its hindrance well 
Loitering for Jesu's sake? 

O might we know ! for sore we feel 
The languor of delay, 

236 IPatiencc» 

When sickness lets our fainter zeal 
Or foes block up our way. 

Lord ! who Thy thousand years dost wait, 

To work the thousandth part 
Of Thy vast plan, for us create 

With zeal a paticnt heart ! 




A nd He said, It isfiuislicd. 

CHRIST only, of God's mcssengers to man, 
Finished the work of grace which He began ; 
E'en Moses wearied upon Nebo's hcight, 

Though loth to lcave the fight 
With the doomcd foe, and yield thc sun-bright land 
To Joshua's armcd hand. 

And David wrought in turn a strcnuous part, 
Zcal for God's housc consuming him in hcart ; 

IPatience* 237 

And yet he might not build, but only bring 

Gifts for the Heavenly King ; 
And these another reared, his peaceful son, 

Till the full work was done. 

List, Christian warrior ! thou, whose soul is fain 

To rid thy Mother of her present chain ; — 

Christ will unloose His Church ; yea, even now 

Begins the work, and thou 

Shalt spend in it thy strength ; but, ere He save 

Thy lot shall be the grave. 


238 iDieappointment* 



FAR sadder musing on the traveller falls 
At sight of thee, O Rome ! 
Than when he views the rough sea-beaten walls" 

Of Greece, thought's early home ; 
For thou wast of the hateful Four, whose doom 

Burdens the Prophet's scroll ; 
But Greece was clean, till in her history's gloom 
Her name and sword a Macedonian stole. 

And next a mingled throng besets the breast 

Of bitter thoughts and sweet ; 
How shall I name thee, Light of the wide West, 

Or heinous error-seat ? 
O Mother erst, close tracing Jesus' feet 

Do not thy titles glow 


In those stern judgment fires, which shall complete 
Earth's strife with Heaven, and ope the eternal woe? 



OMOTHER Church of Rome ! why has thy 

Beat so untruly towards thy northern child ? 

Why give a gift, nor give it undefiled, 
Drugging the blessing with a step-dame's art ? 
Why bare thy sword ? beneath thy censure's smart 

Long days we writhed, who would not be beguiled; 

While thy keen breath, like blast of winter wild, 

Froze, till it crumbled, each sublimer part 

Of rite or work, devotion's flower and prime. 

Thus have we lain, thy charge, a dreary time, 

Christ's little ones, torn from faith's ancient home, 

To dogs a prey. And now thou sendest foes, 

Bred from thy womb, lost Church ! to mock the throes 

Of thy free child, thou cruel-natured Rome ! 


240 Disappointmcnn 



OTHAT thy creed were sound ! 
For thou dost soothe the heart, thou Church 
of Rome, 
By thy unwearied watch and varied round 
Of service, in thy Saviour's holy home. 
I cannot walk the city's sultry streets, 
But the vvide porch invites to still retreats, 
Where passion's thirst is calmed, and care's un- 
thankful gloom. 

There, on a foreign shore, 
The home-sick solitary finds a friend : 

Thoughts, prisoned long for lack of speech, out- 
Their tears; and doubts in resignation end. 
I almost faintcd from the long delay, 
That tangles me within this languid bay, 
When comes a foe, my wounds with oil and winc 
to tend. 


Dicappomtment* 241 



WHEN I am sad, I say, 
" What boots it me to strive, 
And vex my spirit day by day 
Dead memories to revive? 

Alas ! what good will come, 

Though we our prayer obtain, 
To bring old times triumphant home, 

And Heaven's lost svvord regain ? 

Would not our history run 

In the same weary round, 
And service, in meek faith begun, 

One time in forms be bound ? 

Union would give us strength,— 
That strength the earth subdue ; 

And then comes wealth, and pride at length, 
And sloth, and prayers untrue." 

242 Disappointmcnt* 

Nay, this is worldly wise : 

To reason is a crime, 
Since the Lord bade His Church arise, 

In the dark ancient time. 

He wills that she should shine ; 

So we her flame must trim 
Around His soul-converting Sign, 

And leave the rest to Him. 




MY Fathers' hope ! my childhood^s dream 
The promise from on high ! 
Long waited for ! its glories beam 
Now when my death is nigh. 

My death is come, but not decay ; 

Nor eye nor mind is dim ; 
The keenness of youth's vigorous day 

Thrills in each nerve and limb. 

jDiaappoinrmenr, 243 

Blest scene ! thrice welcome after toil — 

If no deceit I vievv ; 
O might my lips but press the soil 

And prove the vision true ! 

Its glorious heights, its wealthy plains, 

Its many-tinted groves, 
They call ! but He my steps restrains 

Who chastens whom He loves. 

Ah ! now they melt . . . they are but shades 

I die !— yet is no rest, 
O Lord ! in store, since Canaan fades 

But seen, and not possest ! 



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LCLQlatttng: for Cljrfpr* 



And all his sons and all his daughters rose up to comfort him ; 
but he refused to be comforted. 

OSPECIOUS sin, and Satan's subtle snare, 
That urges sore each gentlest meekest heart, 
When its kind thoughts are crushed and its 
wounds smart, 
World-sick to turn within and image there 
Some idol dream, to lull the throbbing care ! 
So felt reft Israel, when he fain would part 
With living friends ; and called on memory's art 
To raise the dead and soothe him by despair. 
Nor err they not, although that image be 
God's own, nor to the dead their thoughts be given — 
Earth-hating sure, but yet of earth enthralled ; 

MaitinG for &|>ri0t« 245 

For who dare sit at home, and wait to see 
High Heaven descend, when man from self is called 
Up through this thwarting outward world to Heaven ? 




DO not their souls, who 'neath the Altar wait 
Until their second birth, 
The gift of patience need, as separate 

From their first friends of earth ? 
Not that earth's blessings are not all outshone 

By Eden's Angel flame, 
But that earth knows not that the Dead has won 

That crown, which was his aim. 
For when he left it, 'twas a twilight scene 

About his silent bier, 
A breathless struggle, faith and sight between, 

And Hope and sacred Fear. 
Fear startled at his pains and dreary end, 

Hope raised her chalice high, 

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And the twin-sisters still his shade attend, 
Viewed in the mourner's eye. 

So day by day for him from earth ascends, 

As dew in summer-even, 
The speechless intercession of his friends, 

Toward the azure heaven. 
Ah ! dearest, with a word he could dispel 

All questioning, and raise 
Our hearts to rapture, whispering all was wcll, 

And turning prayer to praise. 
And other secrets too he could declare, 

By patterns all divine, 
rlis earthly creed retouching here and therc, 

And deepening every line. 
Dcarest ! he longs to speak, as I to know, 

And yet we both refrain : 
It were not good ; a little doubt bclow, 

And all will soon be plain. 


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And I saw the Holy City, New ferusatem, coming down from God 
out o/ Heaven, pre^ared as a Bride adomedfor her Husband. 

THE Holy Jerusalem 
From highest Heaven descending, 
And crovvned with a diadem 
Of Angel bands attending, 
The Living City built on high, 
Bright with celestial jewelry ! 

She comes, the Bride, from Heaven gate, 
In nuptial new Adorning, 

To meet the Immaculate, 
Like coming of the morning, 
Her streets of purest gold are made, 
Her walls a diamond palisade. 

( l From the Paris Breviary, in Festo Dedicatiouis.) 

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There with pearls the gates are dight 
Upon that holy mountain ; 

And thither come, both day and night, 
Who in the Living Fountain 
Have washed their robes from earthly stain, 
And borne below Christ's lowly chain. 

By the hand of the Unknown 
The Living Stones are moulded 

To a glorious Shrine, ALL ONE, 
Full soon to be unfolded ; 
The building wherein God doth dwell, 
The Holy Church invisible. 

Glory be to God, who laid 
In Heaven the foundation ; 

And to the Spirit, who hath made 
The walls of our salvation ; 
To Christ Himself the Corncr Stone, 
Be glory ! to the Three in One. 

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134, 141, 146, 147, 148, 149, 150, 151, 152, i53, 154, *55i x 56, 
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And dare I say, " Welcome to me 

And dare ye deem God's ire must cease . 

And shrink ye still ? -He nearer draws, . 

" And they who grudge the Omnipotent His praise, 

" And we too, Levites though we be, 

And where is now the Tishbite? Where is he . 

And wouldst thou reach, rash scholar mine, 

" Are the gates sure ? — is every bolt made fast ? 

Are these the tracks of some unearthly Friend, . 

" Away, or ere the Lord break forth ! 






Banished the House of sacred rest, 

Beautiful flowers round Wisdom's secret well, . 

Behold your armoury ! — sword and lightning shaft 

Bide thou thy time ! 

" But Faith is cold, and wilful men are strong, . 

But louder yet the heavens shall ring, 

But sadder strains, and direr bodings dark, 

By your Lord's creative breath, . 



Cease, Stranger, cease those piercing notes, 
Christ bade His followers take the sword, 
Christ only, of God's messengers to man, 
Christ's Church was holiest in her youthful days, 
Come, twinkle in my lonely room, 






Dear sainted Friends, I call not you 



Deep in his meditative bovver, 

Did we but see, .... 

Do not their souls, who 'neath the Altar wait 

Dread glimpses, even in gospel times, have been ; 

Dull thunders moan around the Temple Rock, 

Each morn and eve the Golden Keys 

Each trial has its weight : which whoso bears, 

Ere yet I left home's youthful shrine, 

Faint not, and fret not, for threatened woe, 
Far sadder musing on the traveller falls . 
Fear not : for He hath sworn : . 
France ! I will think of thee, as what thou wast 
Full many an eve, and many a morn, 

" Give any boon for peace ! 

God of our Israel ! by our favoured sires 

Hail ! gladdening Light, of His pure glory poured, 

Hail, glorious Lights, kindled at God's own urn, 

Hark ! Baal's praise resounds from countless choirs- 

He spake : He died and rose again — 

Heard ye ? the unerring Judge is at the door 

Hid are the Saints of God ; — 

High on the stately wall, . 

How can I keep my Christmas feast 

How didst thou start, thou Holy Baptist, bid 

" How long endure this priestly scorn, . 

How long, O Lord of grace, 

How shall a child of God fulfil 

I bear upon my brow the sign . . 

I bow at Jesus' Name, for 'tis the Sign . 

I dreamed that, with a passionate COmplaint, 


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I have been honoured and obeyed, 

I sat beneath an olive's branches grey, . 

I savv thee once, and nought discerned . 

I thought to meet no more, so dreary seemed 

If e'er I fall beneath Thy rod, 

If waiting by the time-crowned halls, 

In childhood, when with eager eyes 

Into God's Word, as in a palace fair 

Is He not near? — look up and see : 

Is there no sound about our Altars heard, 

Latest born of Jesse\s race, 

Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, 

Let others sing thy heathen praise, 

" Lord, I have fasted, I have prayed, 

Lord, in this dust Thy sovereign voice . 

Man is permitted much 

Many the guileless years the Patriarch spent, 

Methought I saw a face divinely fair, 

'Mid Balak's magic fires . 

Mortal ! if e'er thy spirits faint, . 

Moses, the patriot fierce, became 

Mother ! and hast thou left thy child 

My Fathers' hope ! my childhood's ! 

My home is now a thousand mile away ; 

My smile is bright, my glance is free, 

" No joy of mine to invite the thunder down, 
Nor want there Seraph warnings, morn and eve 
Now is the Autumn of the Tree of Life ; 
Now the stars are lit in heaven, . 


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O aged Saint ! far off I heard 




O comrade bold of toil and pain ! 

O Father, list a sinner's call ! 

O heart of fire ! misjudged by wilful mai 

Oh ! miserable power 

Oh, prophet, tell me not of peace, 

Oh, rail not at our brethren of the Nortl 

Oh ! surely Scorner is his name, . 

O Lord and Christ, Thy Churches of the South 

O Lord, I hear, but can it be 

O Lord ! when sin's close marshalled line 

O Alother Church of Rome ! why has thy heart 

Once, as I brooded o'er iny guilty state, 

Once cast with men of language strange 

One only Way to Life ; 

O piteous race ! 

O purest semblance of the Eternal Son ! 

O say not thou art left of God, 

O specious sin, and Satans subtle snare, 

" O sweetly timed, as e'er was gentle hand 

O that thy creed were sound ! 

Peace-loving man, of humble heart and true ! 
Poor wanderers, ye are sore distrest 
Prune thou thy words, the thoughts control 

" Sad privilege is mine to show . 

Say, hast thou tracked a traveller's round 

Say, who is he in deserts seen, 

Secure in his prophetic strength, . 

" Seek we some realm where virgin souls may pray 

" Silence, unvvorthy ! how should tones like thine 

Son of sorrow, doomed by fate 

Sons of our Mother ! such the indignant strain 

" Sunk not the sun behind yon dusky hill, 

Sweet bird ! up earliest in the niorn, 


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The Ark of God has hidden strength ; 

The Ark of God is in the field, 

The better portion didst thou choose, Great Heai 

u The Fathers are in dust, yet live to God : " 

The fire of Heaven breaks forth, 

The flood is round thee, but thy towers as yet 

The Holy Jerusalem 

The lions prowl around, thy grave to guard, 

" The Lord hath set me o'er the kings of earth, 

"The thing that hath been, it shall be." 

The time has been, it seemed a precept plain 

The world has cycles in its course, when all 

There is not on the earth a soul so base . 

There is one only Bond in the wide earth 

They are at rest : . 

They do but grope in learning's pedant round, 

They say, " The man is false, and falls away : " 

Thou chosen Judge of Israel's race, 

Tkou to wax fierce 

Thrice blest are they who feel their loneliness; 

Thus evermore the Saints' avenging God, 

Thy words are good and freely given, 

Time was, I shrank from what was right, 

Time was, though truth eterne I felt my creed, 

'Tis sad to watch Time's desolating hand 

Truth through the Sacred Volume hidden lies, 

Truth ! What is truth? Shall Israel's king or state, 

'Twas on the day when England's Church of yc 

Two brothers freely cast their lot 

Two sinners have been grace-endued, 

Tyre of the farther West ! be thou too warned, 

Tyre of the West, and glorying in the name 

Unwearied God ! before whose face 
Voice of the wise of old ! . 




Wake, Mother dear, the foes are near, . . . . 231 

We are not children of a guilty sire, .... 138 

Weep, Mother mine, and veil thine eyes with shame ! . . 161 

Weep not for me ; — . . . . 63 

What time my heart unfolded its fresh leaves . . .10 

When first earth's rulers welcomed home . . . 174 

When first God stirred me, and the Church's word . . 104 

When Heaven sends sorrow, . . . . -35 

When I am sad, I say, ...... 241 

When I look back upon my former race, . . -36 

When I sink down in gloom or fear, . . . 29 

When I would search the truths that in me burn, . . 135 

When mirth is full and free, ..... 185 

When royal Truth, released from mortal throes, . . 109 

When shall our northern Church her champion see . . 123 

Whence is this awe, by stillness spread . . . -44 

Whene'er across this sinful flesh of mine . . . 14 

Whene'er goes forth Thy dread command, . . .46 

Whene'er I seek the Holy Altar's rail, . . . -37 

Wherefore shrink, and say, " 'Tis vain ; ... 232 

Where'er I roam in this fair English land, . . .1 

While Moses on the Mountain lay, . . . .64 

Why is our glorious Angel seen to mourn, . . -150 

Why loiterest within Simon's walls, .... 254 

Why sittest thou on that sea-girt rock . . . .98 

Why, wedded to the Lord, still yearns my heart . . 53 

" Woe's me !" the peaceful prophet cried, . . «97 

Ye cannot halve the gospcl of God's grace ; 
Yes, mark the words, deem not that saints alone